| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1324 |
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job. Poor old Joe Philpot, whose rheumatism had been very bad lately, was doing a very rough job - painting the gable from a long ladder. But though there were plenty of younger men more suitable for this, Philpot did not care to complain for fear Crass or Misery should think he was not up to his work. At dinner time all the old hands assembled in the kitchen, including Crass, Easton, Harlow, Bundy and Dick Wantley, who still sat on a pail behind his usual moat. Philpot and Harlow were absent and everybody wondered what had become of them. Several times during the morning they had been seen whispering together and comparing scraps of paper, and various theories were put forward to account for their disappearance. Most of the men thought they must have heard something |
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