| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1693 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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and touched the hand of the sleeping child and the little fingers closed round one of his with a clutch that sent a thrill all through him. As he looked at this little helpless, dependent creature, he realized with a kind of thankfulness that he would never have the heart to carry out the dreadful project he had sometimes entertained in hours of despondency. `We've always got through somehow or other,' he repeated, `and we'll do so still.' Presently they heard Frankie's footsteps ascending the stairs and a moment afterwards the boy entered the room. `We have to look out of the window and wave to Mr Barrington when his train goes over the bridge,' he cried breathlessly. `And he's sent this letter. Open the window, quick, Dad, or it may be too late.' |
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