| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 375 |
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`Don't be 'ard on 'im,' said Philpot. `'E's been very quiet for the last few days.' `We'll 'ave to go through it today, though,' remarked Harlow despairingly. `I can see it comin'.' `I'M not goin' through it,' said Bundy, `I'm orf!' And he accordingly drank the remainder of his tea, closed his empty dinner basket and, having placed it on the mantelshelf, made for the door. `I'll leave you to it,' he said as he went out. The others laughed. Crass, remembering the cutting from the Obscurer that he had in his pocket, was secretly very pleased at the turn the conversation was taking. He turned roughly on Owen: `The other day, when we was talkin' about the cause of poverty, you contradicted everybody. Everyone else was wrong! But you yourself couldn't tell us what's the cause of poverty, |
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