| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 287 |
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continued Rushton, `I've been watchin' you all the time I've been comin' down the road.' Bert tried to speak to explain why he had been resting, but his mouth and his tongue had become quite parched from terror and he was unable to articulate a single word. `You know, that's not the way to get on in life, my boy,' observed Sweater lifting his forefinger and shaking his fat head reproachfully. `Get along with you at once!' Rushton said, roughly. `I'm surprised at yer! The idear! Sitting down in my time!' This was quite true. Rushton was not merely angry, but astonished at the audacity of the boy. That anyone in his employment should dare to have the impertinence to sit down in his time was incredible. The boy lifted the handle of the cart and once more began to push it up the hill. It seemed heavier now that ever, but he managed to get on somehow. |
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