| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 246 |
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`Oh, by the way,' said Easton, glad of an opportunity to change the subject, `you don't happen to know of anyone as wants a room, do you? We've got one more than we want, so the wife thought that we might as well let it.' Crass thought for a moment. `Can't say as I do,' he answered, doubtfully. `Slyme was talking last week about leaving the place 'e's lodging at, but I don't know whether 'e's got another place to go to. You might ask him. I don't know of anyone else.' `I'll speak to 'im,' replied Easton. `What's the time? it must be nearly on it.' `So it is: just on eight,' exclaimed Crass, and drawing his whistle he blew a shrill blast upon it to apprise the others of the fact. `Has anyone seen old Jack Linden since 'e got the push?' inquired Harlow during breakfast. `I seen 'im Saterdy,' said Slyme. |
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