| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 497 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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another, which they accordingly did. While the Semi-drunk was having his next innings, the Besotted Wretch placed a penny on the counter and called for a half a pint, which he drank in the hope of steadying his nerves for a great effort. His opponent meanwhile threw the rings at the board and missed it every time, but all the same he scored, for one ring, after striking the partition about a foot above the board, fell down and caught on the hook. The other man now began his innings, playing very carefully, and nearly every ring scored. As he played, the others uttered exclamations of admiration and called out the result of every throw. `One!' `One again!' `Miss! No! Got 'im! Two!' |
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