| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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next one. He accordingly resumed his journey, but he had not gone very far when he saw a small crowd of people on the pavement on the other side of the road outside an unoccupied house, and although he was in a hurry to get home he crossed over to see what was the matter. There were about twenty people standing there, and in the centre close to the railing there were three or four women whom Slyme could not see although he could hear their voices. `What's up?' he inquired of a man on the edge of the crowd. `Oh, nothing much,' returned the other. `Some young woman; she's either ill, come over faint, or something - or else she's had a drop too much.' `Quite a respectable-looking young party, too,' said another man. Several young fellows in the crowd |
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