| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
 |
|
| Page | 557 |
|
|
| Chapter | -- |
|
|
| Text |
It's been closed up lately, ain't it?' `Yes; the people who 'ad it couldn't make it pay; but I 'eard last night that Grinder the fruit-merchant is goin' to open it again. If it's true, there'll be a bit of a job there for someone, because it'll 'ave to be done up.' `Well, I hope it does come orf replied Philpot. `It'll be a job for some poor b--rs.' `I wonder if they've started anyone yet on the venetian blinds for this 'ouse?' remarked Easton after a pause. `I don't know,' replied Philpot. They relapsed into silence for a while. `I wonder what time it is?' said Philpot at length. `I don't know 'ow |
|
|
|
|
