| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 136 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Well, I've got that. What else?' `Milk, one and two.' `Next?' `Vegetables, eightpence.' `Yes.' `Paraffin oil and firewood, sixpence.' Again the financier scrutinized the list. He was positive that it was down already. However, he could not find it, so the sixpence was added to the column of figures. `Then there's your boots; you can't go about with them old things in this weather much longer, and they won't stand mending again. You remember the old man said they were not worth it when you had that patch put on a few weeks ago.' |
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