| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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afternoon, and they all went about their work in an unusually careful manner. When Bert had finished limewashing the cellar, Crass set him to work outside, painting the gate of the side entrance. While the boy was thus occupied he was accosted by a solemn-looking man who asked him about the accident. The solemn stranger was very sympathetic and inquired what was the name of the man who had been killed, and whether he was married. Bert informed him that Philpot was a widower, and that he had no children. `Ah, well, that's so much the better, isn't it?' said the stranger shaking his head mournfully. `It's a dreadful thing, you know, when there's children left unprovided for. You don't happen to know where he lived, do you?' `Yes,' said Bert, mentioning the address and beginning to wonder what the solemn man wanted to know for, and why he appeared |
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