| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1518 |
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While Mr Rushton was speaking the drooping spirits of the Three Hundred were reviving, and at the name of Sweater they all began to clap their hands and stamp their feet. Loud shouts of enthusiastic approval burst forth, and cries of `Good old Sweater' resounded through the room. When Sweater rose to reply, the tumult died away as suddenly as it had commenced. He thanked them for the honour they were conferring upon him. There was no time to waste in words or idle compliments; rather than allow the Enemy to have a walk-over, he would accede to their request and contest the seat. A roar of applause burst from the throats of the delighted Three Hundred. |
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