| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 569 |
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`More fool 'im!' said Bundy. `I'll take bloody good care I don't go worryin' myself to death like 'e's doin', about such dam rot as that.' `I do believe that's wot makes 'im look so bad as 'e does,' observed Harlow. `Several times this morning I couldn't help noticing the way 'e kept on coughing.' `I thought 'e seemed to be a bit better lately,' Philpot observed; `more cheerful and happier like, and more inclined for a bit of fun.' `He's a funny sort of chap, ain't he?' said Bundy. `One day quite jolly, singing and cracking jokes and tellin' yarns, and the next you can't hardly get a word out of 'im.' `Bloody rot, I call it,' chimed in the man on the pail. `Wot |
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