| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1628 |
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I told you to tell him that if I find the boy in that shop again without a fire, I'll report it to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children. And as for you, if the boy comes out here to get more wood, don't you attempt to interfere with him.' `I don't want to interfere with the bloody kid,' grunted Sawkins. `It seems to me as if he's gorn orf 'is bloody crumpet,' he added as he watched Owen walking rapidly down the street. `I can't understand why people can't mind their own bloody business: anyone would think the boy belonged to 'IM.' That was just how the matter presented itself to Owen. The idea that it was his own child who was to be treated in this way possessed and infuriated him as he strode savagely along. In the vicinity of the Slave Market on the Grand Parade he |
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