| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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just caught sight of one of the wheels of his bicycle as he rode away. The slaughter was evidently to be put off until next week! It seemed too good to be true. `P'hap's 'e's left a message for some of us with Crass?' suggested Easton. `I don't think it's likely, but it's just possible.' `Well, I'm goin' down to ask 'im,' said Harlow, desperately. `We may as well know the worst at once.' He returned in a few minutes with the information that Hunter had decided not to stop anyone that day because he wanted to get the outside finished during the next week, if possible. The hands received this intelligence with mixed feelings, because although |
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