| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 102 |
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Presently Harlow began to sing. He had a good voice and it was a good song, but his mates just then did not appreciate either one of the other. His singing was the signal for an outburst of exclamations and catcalls. `Shut it, for Christ's sake!' `That's enough of that bloody row!' And so on. Harlow stopped. `How's the enemy?' asked Easton presently, addressing no one in particular. `Don't know,' replied Bundy. `It must be about half past four. Ask Slyme; he's got a watch,' It was a quarter past four. `It gets dark very early now,' said Easton. `Yes,' replied Bundy. `It's been very dull all day. |
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