| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 874 |
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I've tried to sell my little lot several times already,' said Didlum with a sickly smile, `but nobody won't buy 'em.' `Who's to buy?' repeated Sweater, replying to Grinder. `The municipality of course! The ratepayers. Why shouldn't Mugsborough go in for Socialism as well as other towns?' Rushton, Didlum and Grinder fairly gasped for breath: the audacity of the chief's proposal nearly paralysed them. `I'm afraid we should never git away with it,' ejaculated Didlum, as soon as he could speak. `When the people tumbled to it, there'd be no hend of a row.' `PEOPLE! ROW!' replied Sweater, scornfully. `The majority of the people will never know anything about it! Listen to me -' `Are you quite sure as we can't be over |
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