| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 323 |
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other workmen knew that Newman was working under price: he had told no one, not feeling sure whether he was the only one or not. The man whom Hunter had taken on that morning also decided in his mind that he would keep his own counsel concerning what pay he was to receive, until he found out what the others were getting. Just before half past eight Owen arrived and was immediately assailed with questions as to what had transpired at the office. Crass listened with ill-concealed chagrin to Owen's account, but most of the others were genuinely pleased. `But what a way to speak to anybody!' observed Harlow, referring to Hunter's manner on the previous Monday night. `You know, I reckon if ole Misery 'ad four legs, 'e'd make a very good pig,' said Philpot, solemnly, `and you can't expect nothin' from a pig but a grunt.' |
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