| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 146 |
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Easton smoked thoughtfully. `No,' he said at length. `But I'll mention it to one or two of thechaps on the job; they might know of someone.' `And I'll get Mrs Crass to ask her lodgers: p'raps they might have a friend what would like to live near them.' So it was settled; and as the fire was nearly out and it was getting late, they prepared to retire for the night. The baby was still sleeping so Easton lifted it, cradle and all, and carried it up the narrow staircase into the front bedroom, Ruth leading the way, carrying the lamp and some clothes for the child. So that the infant might be within easy reach of its mother during the night, two chairs were arranged close to her side of the bed and the cradle placed on them. `Now we've forgot the clock,' said Easton, pausing. He was half undressed and had already removed his slippers. |
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