| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 421 |
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that Hunter objected to any but very large holes or cracks being stopped, and yet somehow or other he could not scamp the work to the extent that he was ordered to; and so, almost by stealth, he was in the habit of doing it - not properly but as well as he dared. He even went to the length of occasionally buying a few sheets of glasspaper with his own money, as Crass had told Hunter. When the latter came into the room he stood with a sneer on his face, watching Newman for about five minutes before he spoke. The workman became very nervous and awkward under this scrutiny. `You can make out yer time-sheet and come to the office for yer money at five o'clock,' said Nimrod at last. `We shan't require your valuable services no more after tonight.' Newman went white. `Why, what's wrong?' said he. `What have I done?' `Oh, it's not wot you've DONE,' replied Misery. `It's wot you've not done. That's wot's wrong! |
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