| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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only Easton. `I've got a bit of bacon I want the young 'un to toast for me,' he said as Crass came back. `You can do it yourself if you like,' replied Crass affably, looking at his watch. `It's about ten to eight.' Easton had been working for Rushton & Co. for a fortnight, and had been wise enough to stand Crass a drink on several occasions: he was consequently in that gentleman's good books for the time being. `How are you getting on in there?' Crass asked, alluding to the work Easton and Owen were doing in the drawing-room. `You ain't fell out with your mate yet, I s'pose?' `No; 'e ain't got much to say this morning; 'is cough's pretty bad. I can generally manage to get on orl right with anybody, you know,' Easton added. `Well, so can I as a rule, but I get a bit |
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