| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 709 |
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before dinner!' Only two more hours, but to these miserable, half-starved, ill-clad wretches, standing here in the bitter wind that pierced their clothing and seemed to be tearing at their very hearts and lungs with icy fingers, it appeared like an eternity. To judge by the eagerness with which they longed for dinner-time, one might have thought they had some glorious banquet to look forward to instead of bread and cheese and onions, or bloaters - and stewed tea. Two more hours of torture before dinner; and three more hours after that. And then, thank God, it would be too dark to see to work any longer. It would have been much better for them if, instead of being `Freemen', they had been slaves, and the property, instead of the hirelings, of Mr Rushton. As it was, |
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