| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1241 |
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The landlord announced that dinner would be served in ten minutes, and while they were waiting some of them indulged in a drink at the bar - just as an appetizer - whilst the others strolled in the garden or, by the landlord's invitation, looked over the house. Amongst other places, they glanced into the kitchen, where the landlady was superintending the preparation of the feast, and in this place, with its whitewashed walls and red-tiled floor, as in every other part of the house, the same absolute cleanliness reigned supreme. `It's a bit differint from the Royal Caff, where we got the sack, ain't it?' remarked the Semi-drunk to Bill Bates as they made their way to the dining-room in response to the announcement that dinner was ready. `Not arf!' replied Bill. Rushton, with Didlum |
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