| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 697 |
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`That's just what I was thinkin',' said Philpot, wistfully, 'and what's more, I mean to 'ave one, too, at dinner-time. I shall nip down to the "Cricketers". Even if I don't get back till a few minutes after one, it won't matter, because Crass and Nimrod will be gorn to the funeral.' `Will you bring me a pint back with you, in a bottle?' asked Easton. `Yes, certainly,' said Philpot. Harlow said nothing. He also would have liked a pint of beer, but, as was usual with him, he had not the necessary cash. Having restored the circulation to a certain extent, they now resumed their work, and only just in time, for a few |
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