| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 270 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Well, there's a bleeder for yer!' said Philpot with indignation. `After all the trouble I took to clean 'is coat! Not a bloody stiver! Well, it takes the cake, don't it?' `I told you 'ow it would be, didn't I?' replied Newman. `P'raps I didn't make it plain enough,' said Philpot, thoughtfully. `We must try to get some of our own back somehow, you know.' Going out on the landing he called softly upstairs. `I say, Harlow.' `Hallo,' said that individual, looking over the banisters. `'Ow are yer getting on up there?' `Oh, all right, you know.' `Pretty dry job, ain't it?' Philpot continued, raising his voice a little and winking at Harlow. |
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