| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 414 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Yes, do!' said Misery, pleased at the thought of saving something. `Call at the shop on your way home tonight, and we'll see what we can find. 'Ow long do you think it'll take you to make the drorins and the stencils?' `Well, today's Thursday. If you let someone else help Easton to get the room ready, I think I can get them done in time to bring them with me on Monday morning.' `Wot do yer mean, "bring them with you"?' demanded Nimrod. `I shall have to do them at home, you know.' `Do 'em at 'ome! Why can't you do 'em 'ere?' `Well, there's no table, for one thing.' `Oh, but we can soon fit you out with a table. You can 'ave a pair of paperhanger's tressels and boards for that matter.' |
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