| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 165 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`My name's Owen.' Old Jack, however, had already recognized Owen's voice, and came to the door, wondering what he wanted. `As I was going home I heard that Makehaste and Sloggit are going to start a large job on Monday, so I thought I'd run over and let you know.' `Are they?' said Linden. `I'll go and see them in the morning. But I'm afraid I won't stand much chance, because a lot of their regular hands are waiting for a job; but I'll go and see 'em all the same.' `Well, you know, it's a big job. All the outside of that block at the corner of Kerk Street and Lord Street. They're almost sure to want a few extra hands.' `Yes, there's something in that,' said Linden. `Anyhow, I'm much obliged to you for letting me know; but come in out of the rain. You must be wet through.' |
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