| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1456 |
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and then returned to his cellar and went on with the limewashing, while Crass passed the word for Philpot and the others to come and raise the ladder. He handed the rope to Ned Dawson, who took it up to the attic, accompanied by Sawkins; arrived there they lowered one end out of the window down to the others. `If you ask me,' said Ned Dawson, who was critically examining the strands of the rope as he passed it out through the open window, 'If you ask me, I don't see as this is much better than the one we made up by tyin' the short pieces together. Look 'ere,' - he indicated a part of the rope that was very frayed and worn - `and 'ere's another place just as bad.' `Well, for Christ's sake don't say nothing about it now,' replied Sawkins. `There's been enough talk and waste of time over this job Ned made no answer and the end having |
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