| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 716 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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Oh, no they won't, Rushton's too artful for that. It seems the agent is a pal of 'is, and they worked it between 'em.' `Wot a bloody cheek, though!' exclaimed Harlow. `Oh, that's nothing to some of the things I've known 'em do before now,' said the man on the pail. `Why, don't you remember, back in the summer, that carved hoak hall table as Rushton pinched out of that 'ouse on Grand Parade?' `Yes; that was a bit of all right too, wasn't it?' cried Philpot, and several of the others laughed. `You know, that big 'ouse we did up last summer - No. 596,' Wantley continued, for the benefit of those not `in the know'. `Well, it 'ad bin empty for a long time and we found this 'ere table in a cupboard under the stairs. A bloody fine table it was too. One of |
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