| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1162 |
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he could scarcely stand. As soon as it was full he passed it to the Semi-drunk, who threw it bodily, pail and all, on to the bench in front of the window, smashing one of the panes of glass. The water poured off the table and all over the floor. Bill brought the next pailful in and threw it at the kitchen door, splitting one of the panels from top to bottom, and then they threw about half a dozen more pailfuls over the dresser. `We'll show the b--rs how to clean paintwork,' they shouted, as they hurled the buckets at the walls and doors. By this time the floor was deluged with water, which mingled with the filth and formed a sea of mud. They left the two taps running in the scullery and as the waste pipe of the sink was choked up with dirt, the sink filled up and overflowed like a miniature Niagara. The water ran out under the doors into the back-yard, and along the passage out to |
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