| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 267 |
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conversation was not appreciated and returned to the kitchen. Meantime, upstairs, Philpot had gone into Newman's room and was discussing with him the possibility of extracting from Mr Sweater the price of a little light refreshment. `I think,' he remarked, `that we oughter see-ise this 'ere tuneropperty to touch 'im for an allowance.' `We won't git nothin' out of 'IM, mate,' returned Newman. `'E's a red-'ot teetotaller.' `That don't matter. 'Ow's 'e to know that we buys beer with it? We might 'ave tea, or ginger ale, or lime-juice and glycerine for all 'e knows!' Mr Sweater now bgan ponderously re-ascending the stairs and presently came into the room where Philpot was. The latter greeted him with respectful cordiality: `Good morning, sir.' |
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