| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 265 |
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Even as the feet seemed about to burst the uppers of the boots, so the legs appeared to threaten the trousers with disruption. This man was so large that his figure completely filled up the doorway, and as he came in he stooped slightly to avoid damaging the glittering silk hat on his head. One gloved hand was thrust into the pocket of the overcoat and in the other he carried a small Gladstone bag. When Crass beheld this being, he touched his cap respectfully. `Good morning, sir!' `Good morning. They told me upstairs that I should find the foreman here. Are you the foreman?' `Yes, sir.' `I see you're getting on with the work here.' `Ho yes sir, we're beginning to make a bit hov a show now, sir,' replied Crass, speaking |
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