| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 248 |
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`I should say the best thing old Jack could do would be to go in the union,' said Harlow. `Yes: I reckon that's what'll be the end of it,' said Easton in a matter-of-fact tone. `It's a grand finish, isn't it?' observed Owen. `After working hard all one's life to be treated like a criminal at the end.' `I don't know what you call bein' treated like criminals,' exclaimed Crass. `I reckon they 'as a bloody fine time of it, an' we've got to find the money.' `Oh, for God's sake don't start no more arguments,' cried Harlow, addressing Owen. `We 'ad enough of that last week. You can't expect a boss to employ a man when 'e's too old to work.' `Of course not,' said Crass. Philpot said - nothing. `I don't see no sense in always |
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