| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 418 |
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thought I'd give 'im a fair chance. I've spoke to 'im several times myself about not doin' enough, but it don't seem to make no difference.' `I've 'ad me eye on 'im meself for some time,' replied Nimrod in the same tone. `Anybody would think the work was goin' to be sent to a Exhibition, the way 'e messes about with it, rubbing it with glasspaper and stopping up every little crack! I can't understand where 'e gets all the glasspaper FROM' `'E brings it 'isself!' said Crass hoarsely. `I know for a fact that 'e bought two 'a'penny sheets of it, last week out of 'is own money!' `Oh, 'e did, did 'e?' snarled Misery. `I'll give 'im glasspaper! I'll 'ave a Alteration!' He went into the hall, where he remained alone for a considerable time, brooding. At last, with the manner of one who has resolved on a certain course of action, he turned and entered |
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