| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 654 |
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'eard nothing from 'im yet, so I thought I'd try and see 'im tonight.' Well, you'll find 'im in there now,' said Slyme with a peculiar look, and walking faster. `Good night.' `I won't take 'em on for no less!' cried the old man as he turned back. I've got my livin' to get, and my son's got 'is wife and little 'uns to keep. We can't work for nothing!' `Certainly not,' said Crass, glad to get away at last. `Good night, and good luck to you.' As soon as they were out of hearing, they both burst out laughing at the old man's vehemence. `Seemed quite upset about it,' said Slyme; and they laughed again. They now left the main road and pursued |
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