| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 443 |
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not much was done in the way of lessons. Every time a late arrival entered all eyes were directed towards the door in the hope and expectation that it was he. When Frankie, standing at the door, saw all the people looking at him he drew back timidly. `Come on, man,' said Charley. `You needn't be afraid; it's not like a weekday school; they can't do nothing to us, not even if we don't behave ourselves. There's our class over in that corner |
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