| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 492 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Anything you like! Fifty or a 'undred or a bloody million!' `Better make it fifty for a start.' `All right!' `You play first if you like.' `All right,' agreed the Semi-drunk, anxious to distinguish himself. Holding the six rings in his left hand, the man stood in the middle of the floor at a distance of about three yards from the board, with his right foot advanced. Taking one of the rings between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand, and closing his left eye, he carefully `sighted' the centre hook, No. 13; then he slowly extended his arm to its full length in the direction of the board: then bending his elbow, he brought his hand back again until it nearly touched his chin, and |
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