| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 504 |
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experienced landlord had divined some time ago. He therefore wished to get rid of the fellow before the drink affected him further and made him helplessly drunk. The Semi-drunk listened with indignation and wrath to the landlord's insulting words. `I shall go when the bloody 'ell I like!' he shouted. `I shan't ask you nor nobody else! Who the bloody 'ell are you? You're nobody! See? Nobody! It's orf the likes of me that you gets your bloody livin'! I shall stop 'ere as long as I bloody well like, and if you don't like it you can go to 'ell!' `Oh! Yer will, will yer?' said the Old Dear. `We'll soon see about that.' And, opening the door at the back of the bar, he roared out: `Alf!' |
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