| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1320 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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A jolly good two hours' work! He was only getting sixpence-halfpenny an hour and if he hadn't earned a bob he hadn't earned nothing! Anyhow, whether he had done enough for 'em or not he wasn't goin' to do no more before breakfast. The tune of `He's a jolly good fellow' was still buzzing in his head; he thrust his hands deep down in his trouser pockets, and began to polka round the room, humming softly: `I won't do no more before breakfast! I won't do no more before breakfast! I won't do no more before breakfast! So 'ip 'ip 'ip 'ooray! So 'ip 'ip 'ip 'ooray So 'ip 'ip 'ooray! I won't do no more before breakfast - etc.' `No! and you won't do but very little after breakfast, here!' shouted Hunter, suddenly entering the room. `I've bin watchin' of you through the crack of the door for the last 'arf |
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