| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 509 |
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Philpot made no reply. He was standing with his back to the others, peeping out into the street over the top of the window casing. Then he opened the door and went out into the street. Crass and the others - through the window - watched him assist the Semi-drunk to his feet and rub some of the dirt off his clothes, and presently after some argument they saw the two go away together arm in arm. Crass and the others laughed, and returned to their half-finished drinks. `Why, old Joe ain't drunk 'ardly 'arf of 'is!' cried Easton, seeing Philpot's porter on the counter. 'Fancy going away like that!' `More fool 'im,' growled Crass. `There was no need for it: the man's all right.' |
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