| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1442 |
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mean and dingy houses in the vicinity of the yard, and began the ascent of the long hill. There had been a lot of rain during the night, and the sky was still overcast with dark grey clouds. The cart went heavily over the muddy road; Sawkins was at the helm, holding the end of the ladder and steering; the others walked a little further ahead, at the sides of the cart. It was such hard work that by the time they were half-way up the hill they were so exhausted and out of breath that they had to stop for a rest. `This is a bit of all right, ain't it?' remarked Harlow as he took off his cap and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief. While they rested they kept a good look out for Rushton or Hunter, who were likely |
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