| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 719 |
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And wasn't it never found out?' inquired Easton. `Well, there was a bit of talk about it. The agent wanted to know where it was, but Pontius Pilate swore black and white as there 'adn't been no blind in that room, and the end of it was that the firm got the order to supply a new one.' `What I can't understand is, who did the table belong to?' said Harlow. `It was a fixture belongin' to the 'ouse,' replied Wantley. `But I suppose the former tenants had some piece of furniture of their own that they wanted to put in the 'all where this table was fixed, so they took it down and stored it away in this 'ere cupboard, and when they left the 'ouse I suppose they didn't trouble to put it back again. Anyway, there was the mark on the wall where it used to be fixed, |
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