| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 491 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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him with much interest, laughing when he made a very bad shot and applauding when he scored. `'E's a bit orf tonight,' remarked Philpot aside to Easton, 'but as a rule 'e's a fair knockout at it. Throws a splendid ring.' The Semidrunk regarded the proceedings of the Besotted Wretch with an expression of profound contempt. `You can't play for nuts,' he said scornfully. `Can't I? I can play you, anyway.' `Right you are! I'll play you for drinks round!' cried the Semi-drunk. For a moment the Besotted Wretch hesitated. He had not money enough to pay for drinks round. However, feeling confident of winning, he replied: `Come on then. What's it to be? Fifty up?' |
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