| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 326 |
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Owen was painting the door; Easton was doing the skirting. This work caused no noise, so they were able to converse without difficulty. `Do you think it's right for us to tamely make up our minds to live for the rest of our lives under such conditions as that?' `No; certainly not,' replied Easton; `but things are sure to get better presently. Trade hasn't always been as bad as it is now. Why, you can remember as well as I can a few years ago there was so much work that we was putting in fourteen and sixteen hours a day. I used to be so done up by the end of the week that I used to stay in bed nearly all day on Sunday.' `But don't you think it's worth while trying to find out whether it's possible to so arrange things that we may be able to live like civilized human beings without being alternately worked to death or starved?' `I don't see how we're goin' to alter things,' answered Easton. `At the present time, from what |
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