| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 373 |
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it had been in existence, who wrote it, who translated it or how many different versions there were. Most of them were almost totally unacquainted with the contents of the book itself. But all the same, they believed it - after a fashion. `But puttin' all jokes aside,' said Philpot, `I can't believe there's sich a place as 'ell. There may be some kind of punishment, but I don't believe it's a real fire.' `Nor nobody else, what's got any sense,' replied Harlow, contemptuously. `I believe as THIS world is 'ell,' said Crass, looking around with a philosophic expression. This opinion was echoed by most of the others, although Slyme remained silent and Owen laughed. `Wot the bloody 'ell are YOU laughin' at?' Crass demanded in an indignant tone. |
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