| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1303 |
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In this last carriage, as in the other two, there were several men who were more or less intoxicated and for the same reason - because not being used to taking much liquor, the few extra glasses they had drunk had got into their heads. They were as sober a lot of fellows as need be at ordinary times, and they had flocked together in this brake because they were all of about the same character - not tame, contented imbeciles like most of those in Misery's carnage, but men something like Harlow, who, although dissatisfied with their condition, doggedly continued the hopeless, weary struggle against their fate. They were not teetotallers and they never went to either church or chapel, but they spent little in drink or on any form of enjoyment - an occasional glass of beer or a still rarer visit to a music-hall and now and then |
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