| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 705 |
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working, and began walking up and down, rubbing their hands, stamping their feet and swinging their arms to warm themselves. `If I thought Nimrod wasn't comin', I'd put my overcoat on and work in it,' remarked Philpot, 'but you never knows when to expect the b--r, and if 'e saw me in it, it would mean the bloody push.' `It wouldn't interfere with our workin' if we did wear 'em,' said Easton; `in fact, we'd be able to work all the quicker if we wasn't so cold.' `Even if Misery didn't come, I suppose Crass would 'ave something to say if we did put 'em on,' continued Philpot. `Well, yer couldn't blame 'im if 'e did say something, could yer?' said Slyme, offensively. `Crass would get into a row 'imself if 'Unter came and saw us workin' in overcoats. It would look ridiclus.' |
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