| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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doubtful, hesitating kind of way, `I'm afraid not, Newman. We're about full up.' He ceased speaking and remained waiting for the other to say something more. He did not look at the man, but stooped down, fidgeting with the mechanism of the bicycle as if adjusting it. `Things have been so bad this summer,' Newman went on. `I've had rather a rough time of it. I would be very glad of a job even if it was only for a week or so.' There was a pause. After a while, Hunter raised his eyes to the other's face, but immediately let them fall again. `Well,' said he, `I might - perhaps - be able to let you have a day or two. You can come here to this job,' and he nodded his head in the direction of the house where the men were working. `Tomorrow at seven. Of course you know the figure?' he added as Newman was about to thank him. `Six and a |
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