| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 271 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Yes, it is, rather,' replied Harlow with a grin. `I think this would be a very good time to take up the collection, don't you?' `Yes, it wouldn't be a bad idear.' `Well, I'll put me cap on the stairs,' said Philpot, suiting the action to the word. `You never knows yer luck. Things is gettin' a bit serious on this floor, you know; my mate's fainted away once already!' Philpot now went back to his room to await developments: but as Sweater made no sign, he returned to the landing and again hailed Harlow. `I always reckon a man can work all the better after 'e's 'ad a drink: you can seem to get over more of it, like.' `Oh, that's true enough,' responded Harlow. `I've often noticed it meself.' Sweater came out of the front bedroom and passed into one of the back rooms without any notice of either of the men. |
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