Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
Page | 1443 |
Chapter | -- |
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At first, no one made any reply to Harlow's observation, for they were all out of breath and Philpot's lean fingers trembled violently as he wiped the perspiration from his face. `Yes, mate,' he said despondently, after a while. `It's one way of gettin' a livin' and there's plenty better ways.' In addition to the fact that his rheumatism was exceptionally bad, he felt unusually low-spirited this morning; the gloomy weather and the prospect of a long day of ladder work probably had something to do with it. `A "living" is right,' said Barrington bitterly. He also was exhausted with the struggle up the hill and enraged by the woebegone appearance of poor old Philpot, who was panting and quivering from the exertion. They relapsed into silence. The |