| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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passed the word to the other men, warning them of the approach of Misery. Hunter entered ii his usual manner and, after crawling quietly about the house for about ten minutes, he went into the drawing room. `I see you're putting the finishing touches on at last,' he said. `Yes,' replied Owen. `I've only got this bit of outlining to do now.' `Ah, well, it looks very nice, of course,' said Misery in a voice of mourning, `but we've lost money over it. It's taken you a week longer to do than we allowed for; you said three weeks and it's taken you a month; and we only allowed for fifteen books of gold, but you've been and used twenty-three.' `You can hardly blame me for that, you know,' answered Owen. `I could |
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