| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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it. However, as it was he could smell nothing but all the same he was not quite satisfied, although he remembered that Crass always gave Philpot a good character. `I don't like to have men working on a job like this with the door shut,' he said at length. `It always gives me the idear that the man's 'avin a mike. You can do what you're doin' just as well with the door open.' Philpot, muttering something about it being all the same to him - shut or open - got down from the steps and opened the door. Hunter went out again without making any further remark and once more began crawling over the house. Owen was working by himself in a room on the same floor as Philpot. He was at the window, burning off with a paraffin torch-lamp those parts of the old paintwork that were blistered and cracked. |
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