| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 423 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`My God!' said Newman, realizing the almost utter hopelessness of the chance of obtaining another `job' and unconsciously speaking aloud. `My God! How can I tell them? What WILL become of us?' Having accomplished the objects of his visit, Hunter shortly afterwards departed, possibly congratulating himself that he had not been hiding his light under a bushel, but that he had set it upon a candlestick and given light unto all that were within that house. As soon as they knew that he was gone, the men began to gather into little groups, but in a little while they nearly all found themselves in the kitchen, discussing the reduction. Sawkins and the other `lightweights' remained at their work. Some of them got only fourpence halfpenny - Sawkins was paid fivepence - so none of these were affected by the change. The other two fresh hands - the journeymen |
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