| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 677 |
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roughly. `What's your hurry?' `I don't want to stay here any longer,' said Ruth, hysterically. `You said you'd come as soon as you saw that trick. If you don't come, I shall go home by myself. I don't want to stay in this place any longer.' `Well, go by yourself if you want to!' shouted Easton fiercely, pushing her away from him. `I shall stop 'ere as long as I please, and if you don't like it you can do the other thing.' Ruth staggered and nearly fell from the force of the push he gave her, and the man turned again to the table to watch the Semi-drunk, who was arranging six matches so as to form the numeral XII, and who said he could prove that this was equal to a thousand. Ruth waited a few minutes longer, and then as Easton took no further notice |
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