| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 95 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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Philpot marched boldly down to the scullery, which Crass had utilized as a paint-shop. Crass was there mixing some colour. `I want a bit of stopping,' Philpot said as he helped himself to some. `Is the b--r gorn?' whispered Crass. `I don't know,' replied Philpot. `Where's his bike?' `'E always leaves it outside the gate, so's we can't see it,' replied Crass. `Tell you what,' whispered Philpot, after a pause. `Give the boy a hempty bottle and let 'im go to the gate and look to the bikes there. If Misery sees him 'e can pretend to be goin' to the shop for some hoil.' This was done. Bert went to the gate and returned almost immediately: the bike was gone. As the good news spread through the house |
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