| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 495 |
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having caught on the No. 2 hook. `'Ard lines,' remarked Bundy as he finished his beer and put the glass down on the counter. `Drink up and 'ave another,' said Easton as he drained his own glass. `I don't mind if I do,' replied Crass, pouring what remained of the pint down his throat. Philpot's glass had been empty for some time. `Same again,' said Easton, addressing the Old Dear and putting six pennies on the counter. By this time the Semi-drunk had again opened fire on the board, but he seemed to have lost the range, for none of the rings scored. They flew all over the place, and he finished his innings without increasing |
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