| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 471 |
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Crass arrived on the landing. He made no remark at first, but walked into the room to see how many ceilings they had done. `You'd better look alive, you chaps, he said as he went downstairs again. `If we don't get these ceilings finished by dinner-time, Nimrod's sure to ramp.' `All right,' said Harlow, gruffly. `We'll bloody soon slosh 'em over.' `Slosh' was a very suitable word; very descriptive of the manner in which the work was done. The cornices of the staircase ceilings were enriched with plaster ornaments. These ceilings were supposed to have been washed off, but as the men who were put to do that work had not been allowed sufficient time to do it properly, the crevices of the ornaments were still filled up with old whitewash, and by the time Harlow and Easton had `sloshed' a lot more whitewash on to them they were mere formless unsightly lumps of plaster. The `hands' |
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