| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 98 |
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account than on his own, and was oppressed by a sense of impotence and shameful degradation. All his life it had been the same: incessant work under similar more or less humiliating conditions, and with no more result than being just able to avoid starvation. And the future, as far as he could see, was as hopeless as the past; darker,[in fact] for there would surely come a time, if he lived long enough, when he would be unable to work any more. He thought of his child. Was he to be a slave and a drudge all his life also? it would be better for the boy to die now. |
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