| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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could not swallow it even with the help of a drink of tea. But they drank the tea, which was the one thing that enabled them to go on living. The next week Owen earned eight shillings altogether: a few hours he put in assisting Crass to wash off and whiten a ceiling and paint a room, and there was one coffin-plate. He wrote the latter at home, and while he was doing it he heard Frankie - who was out in the scullery with Nora - say to her: `Mother, how many more days to you think we'll have to have only dry bread and tea?' Owen's heart seemed to stop as he heard the child's question and listened for Nora's answer, but the question was not to be |
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