| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 139 |
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`What'll we do about the rates?' asked Ruth. `I'm sure I don't know: there's nothing left to pawn except my black coat and vest. You might get something on that.' `It'll have to be paid somehow,' said Ruth, `or you'll be taken off to jail for a month, the same as Mrs Newman's husband was last winter.' `Well, you'd better take the coat and vest and see what you can get on 'em tomorrow.' `Yes,' said Ruth; `and there's that brown silk dress of mine - you know, the one I wore when we was married - I might get something on that, because we won't get enough on the coat and vest. I don't like parting with the dress, although I never wear it; but we'll be sure to be able to get it out again, won't we?' `Of course,' said Easton. They remained silent for some time, Easton staring |
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