| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 353 |
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The minute hand was now upright and it was time to go on. Just as he was about to get up a harsh voice behind him said: `How much longer are you going to sit there?' Bert started up guiltily, and found himself confronted by Mr Rushton, who was regarding him with an angry frown, whilst close by towered the colossal figure of the obese Sweater, the expression on his greasy countenance betokening the pain he experienced on beholding such as appalling example of juvenile depravity. `What do you mean by sich conduct?' demanded Rushton, indignantly. `The idear of sitting there like that when most likely the men are waiting for them things?' Crimson with shame and confusion, the boy made no reply. `You've been there a long time,' |
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