| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 412 |
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`I won't be able to start on Monday, because I shall have to make some working drawings first.' `Workin' drorins!' ejaculated Misery with a puzzled expression. `Wot workin' drorins? You've got them, ain't yer?' pointing to the roll of papers. `Yes: but as the same ornaments are repeated several times, I shall have to make a number of full-sized drawings, with perforated outlines, to transfer the design to the walls,' said Owen, and he proceeded to laboriously explain the processes. Nimrod looked at him suspiciously. `Is all that really necessary?' he asked. `Couldn't you just copy it on the wall, free-hand?' `No; that wouldn't do. It would take much longer that way.' This consideration appealed to Misery. `Ah, well,' he sighed. `I s'pose you'll 'ave |
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