| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 486 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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As Crass and the others came in they were hailed with enthusiasm by the landlord and the Besotted Wretch, while the semi-drunk workman regarded them with fishy eyes and stupid curiosity. `Wot cheer, Bob?' said the landlord, affably, addressing Crass, and nodding familiarly to the others. `'Ow goes it?' `All reet me ole dear!' replied Crass, jovially. `'Ow's yerself?' `A.1,' replied the `Old Dear', getting up from his chair in readiness to |
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