| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1412 |
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`What,' he demanded, in a loud voice, `what are you goin' to do, in this 'ere Socialist Republic of yours, with them wot WON'T WORK'!" As Crass flung this bombshell into the Socialist camp, the miserable, ragged-trousered crew around him could scarce forbear a cheer; but the more intelligent part of the audience only laughed. `We don't believe that there will be any such people as that,' said Barrington. `There's plenty of 'em about now, anyway,' sneered Crass. `You can't change 'uman nature, you know,' cried the man behind the moat, and the one who had the copper wire stitches in his boot laughed scornfully. `Yes, I know there are plenty such now,' rejoined Barrington. `It's only what is to be expected, considering that practically all workers live in poverty, and are regarded |
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