| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 164 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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on several occasions when, being out of work, he had been a few weeks behind with his rent the agent acting for the benevolent Mr Sweater had allowed Linden to pay off the arrears by instalments. As old Jack was in the habit of remarking, many a landlord would have sold up their furniture and turned them into the street. As the reader is already aware, Linden's household consisted of his wife, his two grandchildren and his daughter-in-law, the window and children of his youngest son, a reservist, who died while serving in the South African War. This man had been a plasterer, and just before the war he was working for Rushton & Co. They had just finished their tea when Owen knocked at their front door. The young woman went to see who was there. `Is Mr Linden in?' `Yes. Who is it?' |
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