| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 610 |
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room. He came down again in about a quarter of an hour, and Ruth proceeded to serve his dinner, for Easton was still absent. `If I was you, I wouldn't wait for Will,' said Slyme, `he may not come for another hour or two. It's after two o'clock now, and I'm sure you must be hungry.' `I suppose I may as well,' replied Ruth, hesitatingly. `He'll most likely get some bread and cheese at the "Cricketers", same as he did last Saturday.' `Almost sure to,' responded Slyme. The baby had had his face washed while Slyme was upstairs. Directly he saw his mother eating he threw away the sugar-stick and began to cry, holding out his arms to her. She had to take him on her lap whilst she ate her dinner, and feed him with pieces from her plate. Slyme talked all the time, principally about the |
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