| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 384 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Why, can't you see?' said Philpot with a wink. `'E's goin' to do some conjurin'! In a minit 'e'll make something pass out o' one o' them squares into the other and no one won't see 'ow it's done.' When he had finished drawing, Owen remained for a few minutes awkwardly silent, oppressed by the anticipation of ridicule and a sense of his inability to put his thoughts into plain language. He began to wish that he had not undertaken this task. At last, with an effort, he began to speak in a halting, nervous way: `This circle - or rather the space inside the circle - is supposed to represent England.' |
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