| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 206 |
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she looked unusually ill. `You don't look well tonight, Nora,' he said, crossing over to her and putting his arm around her. `I don't feel well,' she replied, resting her head wearily against his shoulder. `I've been very bad all day and I had to lie down nearly all the afternoon. I don't know how I should have managed to get the tea ready if it had not been for Frankie.' `I set the table for you, didn't I, Mum?' said Frankie with pride; `and tidied up the room as well.' `Yes, darling, you helped me a lot,' she answered, and Frankie went over to her and kissed her hand. `Well, you'd better go to bed at once,' said Owen. `I can put Frankie to bed presently and do whatever else is necessary.' `But there are so many things to attend to. I want to |
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