| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 94 |
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Philpot wondered. He MUST have a drink, but it would never do for Hunter to see him with the bottle: he must find out somehow whether he was gone or not. At last an idea came. He would go downstairs to get some more cement. Having confided this plan to Owen, he crept quietly back to the room in which he had been working, then he walked noisily across the landing again. `Got a bit of stopping to spare, Frank?' he asked in a loud voice. `No,' replied Owen. `I'm not using it.' `Then I suppose I'll have to go down and get some. Is there anything I can bring up for you?' `No, thanks,' replied Owen. |
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