| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 417 |
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money over this job before we're finished!' Crass - whose fat face had turned a ghastly green with fright - mumbled something about getting on with it as fast as he could. `Well, you'll 'ave to make 'em move a bit quicker than this!' Misery howled, 'or there'll 'ave to be a ALTERATION!' By an `alteration' Crass understood that he might get the sack, or that someone else might be put in charge of the job, and that would of course reduce him to the ranks and do away with his chance of being kept on longer than the others. He determined to try to ingratiate himself with Hunter and appease his wrath by sacrificing someone else. He glanced cautiously into the kitchen and up the passage and then, lowering his voice, he said: `They all shapes pretty well, except Newman. I would 'ave told you about 'im before, but I |
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