| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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continued Easton; `and I reckon we're lucky to get a respectable sort of chap like Slyme, religious and teetotal and all that, you know. Don't you think so?' `Yes, I suppose you are,' said Owen, who, although he intensely disliked Slyme, knew nothing definite against him. They worked in silence for some time, and then Owen said: `At the present time there are thousands of people so badly off that, compared with them, WE are RICH. Their sufferings are so great that compared with them, we may be said to be living in luxury. You know that, don't you?' `Yes, that's true enough, mate. We really ought to be very thankful: we ought to consider ourselves lucky to 'ave a inside job like this when there's such a lot of chaps walkin' about doin' nothing.' `Yes,' said Owen: `we're lucky! Although we're in a condition of abject, miserable poverty we must consider ourselves lucky that we're not actually starving.' |
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