| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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Newman - the man whom the reader will remember was sacked for taking too much pains with his work - had been arrested and sentenced to a month's imprisonment because he had not been able to pay his poor rates, and the Board of Guardians were allowing his wife three shillings a week to maintain herself and the three children. Philpot had been to see them, and she told him that the landlord was threatening to turn them into the street; he would have seized their furniture and sold it if it had been worth the expense of the doing. `I feel ashamed of meself,' Philpot added in confidence to Owen, `when I think of all the money I chuck away on beer. If it wasn't for that, I shouldn't be in such a hole meself now, and I might be able to lend 'em a 'elpin' 'and.' `It ain't so much that I likes the beer, you know,' he continued; `it's the company. When you ain't got no 'ome, in a manner |
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