| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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dresser had been awakened by the shouting- we're overrun with 'em! Nearly all the waiters and the cook at the Grand Hotel where we was working last month is foreigners.' `Yes,' said old Joe Philpot, tragically, `and then thers all them Hitalian horgin grinders, an' the blokes wot sells 'ot chestnuts; an' wen I was goin' 'ome last night I see a lot of them Frenchies sellin' hunions, an' a little wile afterwards I met two more of 'em comin' up the street with a bear.' Notwithstanding the disquieting nature of this intelligence, Owen again laughed, much to the indignation of the others, who thought it was a very serious state of affairs. It was a dam' shame that these people were allowed to take the bread out of English people's mouths: they ought to be driven into the bloody sea. And so the talk continued, principally carried on by Crass and those who agreed with him. None of them really understood the subject: not one of them had ever devoted |
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