| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 96 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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a chorus of thanksgiving burst forth. `Thank Gord!' said one. `Hope [the b--r] falls orf and breaks 'is bloody neck,' said another. `These Bible-thumpers are all the same; no one ever knew one to be any good yet,' cried a third. Directly they knew for certain that he was gone, nearly everyone left off work for a few minutes to curse him. Then they again went on working and now that they were relieved of the embarrassment that Misery's presence inspired, they made better progress. A few of them lit their pipes and smoked as they worked. One of these was old Jack Linden. He was upset by the bullying he had received, and when he noticed some of the others smoking he thought he would have a pipe; it might steady his nerves. As a rule he did not smoke when working; it was contrary to orders. |
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