| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 503 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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Wot made ole Hingland's -' `'Ere! Stop that, will yer?' cried the Old Dear, fiercely. `I told you once before that I don't allow that sort of thing in my 'ouse!' The Semi-drunk stopped in confusion. `I don't mean no 'arm,' he said unsteadily, appealing to the company. `I don't want no chin from you!' said the Old Dear with a ferocious scowl. `If you want to make that row you can go omewheres else, and the sooner you goes the better. You've been 'ere long enough.' This was true. The man had been there long enough to spend every penny he had been possessed of when he first came: he had no money left now, a fact that the observant and |
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