| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 558 |
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you feel, but I begin to want my dinner.' `That's just what I was thinking; it can't be very far off it now. It's nearly 'arf an hour since Bert went down to make the tea. It seems a 'ell of a long morning to me.' `So it does to me,' said Philpot; `slip upstairs and ask Slyme what time it is.' Harlow laid his brush across the top of his paint-pot and went upstairs. He was wearing a pair of cloth slippers, and walked softly, not wishing that Crass should hear him leaving his work, so it happened that without any intention of spying on Slyme, Harlow reached the door of the room in which the former was working without being heard and, entering suddenly, surprised Slyme - who was standing near the |
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