| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 47 |
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`Well, he must conquer hisself,' said Slyme, getting red. `Conquer hisself is right!' said Harlow and the others laughed again. `Of course if a man tried to conquer hisself by his own strength,' replied Slyme, `'e would be sure to fail, but when you've got the Grace of God in you it's different.' `Chuck it, fer Christ's sake!' said Harlow in a tone of disgust. `We've only just 'ad our dinner!' `And wot about drink?' demanded old Joe Philpot, suddenly. `'Ear, 'ear,' cried Harlow. `That's the bleedin' talk. I wouldn't mind 'avin 'arf a pint now, if somebody else will pay for it.' Joe Philpot - or as he was usually called, `Old Joe' - was in the habit of indulging |
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