| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 140 |
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at the list of debts and the letters. She was wondering if he still thought she managed badly, and what he would do about it. She knew she had always done her best. At last she said, wistfully, trying to speak plainly for there seemed to be a lump in her throat: `And what about tomorrow? Would you like to spend the money yourself, or shall I manage as I've done before, or will you tell me what to do?' `I don't know, dear,' said Easton, sheepishly. `I think you'd better do as you think best.' `Oh, I'll manage all right, dear, you'll see,' replied Ruth, who seemed to think it a sort of honour to be allowed to starve herself and wear shabby clothes. The baby, who had been for some time quietly sitting upon his mother's lap, looking wonderingly at the fire - his teeth appeared to trouble him less since he got rid of the eggs and bacon and potatoes - now began to nod and doze, |
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