| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 386 |
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do you?' said Newman. `I suppose you think they ought all to get the same wages!' cried Harlow. `Do you think it's right that a scavenger should get as much as a painter?' `I'm not speaking about that at all,' replied Owen. `I'm trying to show you what I think is one of the causes of poverty.' `Shut up, can't you, Harlow,' remonstrated Philpot, who began to feel interested. `We can't all talk at once.' `I know we can't,' replied Harlow in an aggrieved tone: `but 'e takes sich a 'ell of a time to say wot 'e's got to say. Nobody else can't get a word in edgeways.' `In order that these peoWell! I should never a thought it!' exclaimed the man on the pail, pretending to be much impressed. The others laughed, and two or three of them went out of the room, contemptuously remarking to each other in an audible undertone as they went: `Bloody rot!' `Wonder wot the bloody 'ell 'e thinks 'e is? A sort of schoolmaster?' Owen's nervousness increased as he continued: `Now, they can't live in the air or in the sea. These people are land animals, therefore they must live on the land.' `Wot do yer mean by animals?' demanded Slyme. `A human bean ain't a animal!' said Crass indignantly.ple may live,' continued Owen, pointing to the large black square, `it is first necessary that they shall have a PLACE to live in -' |
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