| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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passed away. In a quiet, unobtrusive manner he did her so many little services that she found it impossible to dislike him. At first, she used.to address him as `Mr' but after a time she fell naturally into Easton's practice of calling him by his first name. As for the baby, he made no secret of his affection for the lodger, who nursed and played with him for hours at a stretch. `I'll serve your dinner now, Alf,' said Ruth when she had finished scrubbing the floor, `but I'll wait for mine for a little while. Will may come' `I'm in no hurry,' replied Slyme. `I'll go and have a wash; he may be here then.' As he spoke, Slyme - who had been sitting by the fire nursing the baby - who was trying to swallow the jar of sweets - put the child back into the high chair, giving him one of the sticks of sweet out of the jar to keep him quiet; and went upstairs to his own |
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