| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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other woodwork in the room, much to the indignation of Crass and Slyme, who had to wash it all off before they could put on the final coat of paint. `You can't help makin' a little mess on a job of this kind, you know,' remarked Bundy, as he was giving the finishing touches to the work, making good the broken parts of the wall with cement, whilst his mate was clearing away the debris. `Yes; but there's no need to claw 'old of the bloody doors every time you goes in and out,' snarled Crass, `and you could 'ave put yer tools on the floor instead of makin' a bench of the dresser.' `You can 'ave the bloody place all to yerself in about five minutes,' replied Bundy, as he assisted to lift a sack of cement weighing about two hundredweight on to Dawson's buck. `We're finished |
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