| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 245 |
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rather ashamed of himself for the part he was taking in this conversation. Although he had for the moment forgotten the existence of Bert, Crass had instinctively lowered his voice, but the boy - who had left off working to warm his hands by putting them into his trousers pockets - managed, by listening attentively, to hear every word. `You know there's plenty of people wouldn't give the firm no more work if they knowed about it,' Crass continued. `Just fancy sendin' a b--r like that to work in a lady's or gentleman's 'ouse - a bloody Atheist!' `Yes, it is a bit orf, when you look at it like that.' `I know my missis - for one - wouldn't 'ave a feller like that in our place. We 'ad a lodger once and she found out that 'e was a freethinker or something, and she cleared 'im out, bloody quick, I can tell yer!' |
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