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Title The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists
Page 516
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Text Perceiving that she did not speak or smile, Easton concluded that she was angry and became grave himself.

`I've come at last, you see, my dear; better late than never.'

He found it very difficult to speak plainly, for his lips trembled and refused to form the words.

`I don't know so much about that,' said Ruth, inclined to cry and trying not to let him see the pity she could not help feeling for him. `A nice state you're in. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.'

Easton shook his head and laughed foolishly. `Don't be angry, Ruth. It's no good, you know.'

He walked clumsily towards her, still leaning on the table to steady himself.

`Don't be angry,' he mumbled as he stooped
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