| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 169 |
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Before the kitten had time to do any damage, Owen caught hold of it and, despite its struggles, lifted it off the table. `I found it in the street as I was coming along,' he said. `It seems to be starving.' `Poor little thing. I'll give it something.' exclaimed the young woman. She put some milk and bread into a saucer for it and the kitten ate ravenously, almost upsetting the saucer in its eagerness, much to the amusement of the two children, who stood by watching it admiringly. Their mother now handed Owen a cup of tea. Linden insisted on his sitting down and then began to talk about Hunter. `You know I HAD to spend some time on them doors to make 'em look anything at all; but it wasn't the time I took, or even the smoking what made 'im go on like that. He knows very well the time it takes. The real reason is that he thinks I was gettin' too much |
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