| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 222 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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Yes. I've been calling you quite a long time.' `What do you want?' `I want you to come here. I want to tell you something.' `Well, what is it dear? I thought you were asleep a long time ago,' said Owen as he came into the room. `That's just what I want to speak to you about: the kitten's gone to sleep all right, but I can't go. I've tried all different ways, counting and all, but it's no use, so I thought I'd ask you if you'd mind coming and staying with me, and letting me hold you hand for a little while and the p'raps I could go.' The boy twined his arms round Owen's neck and hugged him very tightly. `Oh, Dad, I love you so much!' he said. `I love you so much, I could squeeze you to |
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