| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 85 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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might be taken away. At last, with a great effort, for the words seemed to stick in his throat, he said: `I must clean the work down, sir, before I go on painting.' `I'm not talking about what you're doing, but the time it takes you to do it!' shouted Hunter. `And I don't want any back answers or argument about it. You must move yourself a bit quicker or leave it alone altogether.' Linden did not answer: he went on with his work, his hand trembling to such an extent that he was scarcely able to hold the pumice stone. Hunter shouted so loud that his voice filled all the house. Everyone heard and was afraid. Who would be the next? they thought. Finding that Linden made no further answer, Misery again began walking |
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