| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 416 |
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you do get a start on the decoratin', I shouldn't take too much care over it, you know, if I was you, because we 'ad to take the job for next to nothing or Mr Sweater would never 'ave 'ad it done at all!' Nimrod now began to crawl about the house, snarling and grumbling at everyone. `Now then, you chaps. Rouse yourselves!' he bellowed, 'you seem to think this is a 'orspital. If some of you don't make a better show than this, I'll 'ave to 'ave a Alteration! There's plenty of chaps walkin' about doin' nothin' who'll be only too glad of a job!' He went into the scullery, where Crass was mixing some colour. `Look 'ere, Crass!' he said. `I'm not at all satisfied with the way you're gettin' on with the work. You must push the chaps a bit more than you're doin'. There's not enough being done, by a long way. We shall lose |
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