| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 138 |
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`How much does it all come to now?' asked Ruth. Easton added it all up. When he had finished he remained staring at the figures in consternation for a long time without speaking. `Jesus Christ!' he ejaculated at last. `What's it come to?' asked Ruth. `Forty-four and tenpence.' `I knew we wouldn't have enough,' said Ruth, wearily. `Now if you think I manage so badly, p'raps you can tell me which of these things we ought to leave out.' `We'd be all right if it wasn't for the debts,' said Easton, doggedly. `When you're not working, we must either get into debt or starve.' Easton made no answer. |
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