| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 684 |
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were amusing themselves by making suggestive jokes about the young woman and causing some laughter by the expressions of mock sympathy. `Doesn't anyone know who she is?' said the second man who had spoken in reply to Slyme's inquiry. `No,' said a woman who was standing a little nearer the middle of the crowd. `And she won't say where she lives.' `She'll be all right now she's had that glass of soda,' said another man, elbowing his way out of the crowd. As this individual came out, Slyme managed to work himself a little further into the group of people, and he uttered an involuntary cry of astonishment as he caught sight of Ruth, very pale, and looking very ill, as she stood clasping one of the railings with her left hand and holding the packages of groceries in the |
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