| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 247 |
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`Is 'e doin' anything?' `I don't know: I didn't 'ave time to speak to 'im.' `No, 'e ain't got nothing,' remarked Philpot. `I seen 'im Saterdy night, an' 'e told me 'e's been walkin' about ever since.' Philpot did not add that he had `lent' Linden a shilling, which he never expected to see again. `'E won't be able to get a job again in a 'urry,' remarked Easton. `'E's too old.' `You know, after all, you can't blame Misery for sackin' 'im,' said Crass after a pause. `'E was too slow for a funeral.' `I wonder how much YOU'LL be able to do when you're as old as he is?' said Owen. `P'raps I won't want to do nothing,' replied Crass with a feeble laugh. `I'm goin' to live on me means.' |
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