| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 598 |
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it left them safe for the present, it meant that nearly everybody would certainly be stopped next Saturday, if not before; whereas if a few had been sacked today it would have made it all the better for the rest. Still, this aspect of the business did not greatly interfere with the relief that they all felt at knowing that the immediate danger was over; and the fact that it was Saturday - pay-day - also served to revive their drooping spirits. They all felt pretty certain that Misery would return no more that day, and presently Harlow began to sing the old favourite. `Work! for the night is coming!' the refrain of which was soon taken up by nearly everyone in the house: `Work! for the night is coming, Work in the morning hours. Work! for the night is coming, Work 'mid springing flowers. |
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