| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1530 |
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bell, he continued: `It is madness! Chaos! Anarchy! It means Ruin! Black Ruin for the rich, and consequently, of course, Blacker Ruin still for the poor!' As Sweater paused, a thrill of horror ran through the meeting. Men wearing broken boots and with patches upon the seats and knees, and ragged fringes round the bottoms of the legs of their trousers, grew pale, and glanced apprehensively at each other. If ever Socialism did come to pass, they evidently thought it very probable that they would have to walk about in a sort of prehistoric highland costume, without any trousers or boots at all. Toil-worn women, most of them dressed in other women's shabby cast-off clothing - weary, tired-looking mothers |
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