| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 505 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Yes, sir,' replied a voice, evidently from the basement. `Just come up 'ere.' `All right,' replied the voice, and footsteps were heard ascending some stairs. `You'll see some fun in a minute,' gleefully remarked Crass to Easton. The polyphone continued to play 1The Boys of the Bulldog Breed.' Philpot crossed over to the Semi-drunk. `Look 'ere, old man,' he whispered, `take my tip and go 'ome quietly. You'll only git the worse of it, you know.' `Not me, mate,' replied the other, shaking his head doggedly. `'Ere I am, and 'ere I'm goin' to bloody well stop.' |
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