| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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`Anyone can see what THEY are,' sneered Crass, `there isn't fifty genuine tradesmen in the whole crowd, and most of 'em wouldn't work if they 'ad the offer of it.' `That's just what I was thinkin',' agreed Sawkins with a laugh. `There will be plenty of time to say that when they have been offered work and have refused to do it,' said Owen. `This sort of thing does the town a lot of 'arm,' remarked Slyme; `it oughtn't to be allowed; the police ought to stop it. It's enough to drive all the gentry out of the place!' `Bloody disgraceful, I call it,' said Crass, `marchin' along the Grand Parade on a beautiful day like this, just at the very time when most of the gentry is out enjoyin' the fresh hair.' `I suppose you think they ought to stay at home and starve quietly,' said Owen. `I don't |
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