| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1292 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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bloody rotter! That's the only reason you gets put in charge of jobs - 'cos you're a good nigger-driver! You're a bloody sight worse than Rushton or Misery either! Who was it started the one-man, one-room dodge, eh? Why, you, yer bleeder!' `Knock 'im orf 'is bleedin' perch,' suggested Bundy. Everybody seemed to think this was a very good idea, but when the Semi-drunk attempted to rise for the purpose of carrying it out, he was thrown down by a sudden lurch of the carriage on the top of the prostrate figure of the bugle man and by the time the others had assisted him back to his seat they had forgotten all about their plan of getting rid of Crass. Meantime the speed of the vehicle had increased to a fearful rate. |
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