| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 127 |
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He read these communications several times in silence and finally with an oath threw them down on the table. `How much do we still owe for the oilcloth and the furniture?' he asked. `I don't know exactly. It was seven pound odd, and we've had the things about six months. We paid one pound down and three or four instalments. I'll get the card if you like.' `No; never mind. Say we've paid one pound twelve; so we still owe about six pound.' He added this amount to the list. `I think it's a great pity we ever had the things at all,' he said, peevishly. `It would have been better to have gone without until we could pay cash for them: but you would have your way, of course. Now we'll have this bloody debt dragging on us for years, |
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