Summary
Ragtime pretended to look hurt: 'Come now, Davey.
Me, make it up! How could you expect a bloke like me to do that? It takes a poet to make a story now, doesn't it? And take a look at me: do I look like a bard?' He screwed up his face to his toughest fighting leer to disprove any claim they might give him to words. The landlord chaffed him: 'Well, Jack, if you don't make them up, you know a good place to find them.' He winked and answered, 'Perhaps so'.See the full content of this document
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Morning Serial
After listening to Ragtime's story we told the men that we intended going to Pentre. They said we had come a long way off t...
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