| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1483 |
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get the stifficut orf 'er, but she'd been thinkin' things over and she was a bit frightened 'cos she knowed she'd made arrangements with me, and she thought she'd better see me first; so she told 'im she'd give it to 'im on Thursday; that's the day as 'e was goin' to 'ave the funeral.' `He'll find he's a day too late,' said Misery, with a ghastly grin. `We'll get the job done on Wednesday.' `She didn't want to give it to me, at first,' Crass concluded, `but I told 'er we'd see 'er right if old Snatchum tried to make 'er pay for the other coffin.' `I don't think he's likely to make much fuss about it,' said Hunter. `He won't want everybody to know he was so anxious for the job.' Crass and Sawkins pushed the handcart over to the other side of the road and then, lifting the coffin off, they carried it into the house, Nimrod going first. |
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