| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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them knocked his hat off. By the time evening came he was scarcely able to stand for weariness. His shoulders, his legs and his feet ached terribly, and as he was taking the thing back to the shop he was accosted by a ragged, dirty- looking, beer-sodden old man whose face was inflamed with drink and fury. `This was the old soldier who had been discharged the previous day. He cursed and swore in the most awful manner and accused Linden of `taking the bread out of his mouth', and, shaking his fist fiercely at him, shouted that he had a good mind to knock his face through his head and out of the back of his neck. He might possibly have tried to put this threat into practice but for the timely appearance of a policeman, when he calmed down at once and took himself off. Jack did not go back the next day; he felt that he would rather starve than have any more of the advertisement frame, |
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