| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 595 |
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dreading that he might be one of those who were to be paid off at one o'clock. At about five minutes to twelve Hunter went down to the paint-shop - the scullery - where Crass was mixing some colour, and getting ready some `empties' to be taken to the yard. `I suppose the b--r's gone to ask Crass which of us is the least use,' whispered Harlow to Easton. `I wouldn't be surprised if it was you and me, for two,' replied the latter in the same tone. `You can't trust Crass you know, for all 'e seems so friendly to our faces. You never know what 'e ses behind our backs.' `You may be sure it won't be Sawkins or any of the other light-weights, because Nimrod won't want to pay us sixpence |
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