| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 696 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Seems to be gettin' colder, don't it?' `It's enough to freeze the ears orf a brass monkey!' remarked Easton as he descended from a ladder close by and, placing his pot of paint on the pound, began to try to warm his hands by rubbing and beating them together. He was trembling, and his teeth were chattering with cold. `I could just do with a nice pint of beer, now,' he said as he stamped his feet on the pound. |
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