| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 322 |
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this - if I couldn't do nobody no good, I wouldn't never do 'em no 'arm!' At this some of the others furtively exchanged significant glances, and Harlow began to smile, but no one said anything. Philpot, noticing that the newcomer had not helped himself to any tea, called Bert's attention to the fact and the boy filled Owen's cup and passed it over to the new hand. Their conjectures regarding the cause of Hunter's good humour were all wrong. As the reader knows, Owen had not been discharged at all, and there was nobody dead. The real reason was that, having decided to take on another man, Hunter had experienced no difficulty in getting one at the same reduced rate as that which Newman was working for, there being such numbers of men out of employment. Hitherto the usual rate of pay in ugsborough had been sevenpence an hour for skilled painters. The reader will remember that Newman consented to accept a job at sixpence alfpenny. So far none of the |
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