| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 562 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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know, is it?' he remarked. `We'll be able to use it somewhere or other.' `Yes; it's all right,' said Slyme, whose heart was beating like a steam-hammer. `Do for a front room in a cottage,' continued Misery, stooping down to examine it more closely. `There's nothing broke that I can see.' He put his hand against the register and vainly tried to push it open. `H'm, there's something wrong 'ere,' he remarked, pushing harder. `Most likely a brick or some plaster fallen down,' gasped Slyme, coming to Misery's assistance. `Shall I try to open it?' |
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