| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 718 |
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lightning and earthquakes and corpses gettin' up out o' their graves - something bloody 'orrible! And underneath the picture is a card with a tex out of the Bible - "Christ is the 'ead of this 'ouse: the unknown guest at every meal. The silent listener to every conversation." I was workin' there for three or four days and I got to know it orf by 'eart.' `Well, that takes the biskit, don't it?' said Philpot. `Yes: but the best of it was,' the man on the pail proceeded, `the best of it was, when ole Misery 'eard about the table, 'e was so bloody wild because 'e didn't get it 'imself that 'e went upstairs and pinched one of the venetian blinds and 'ad it took up to 'is own 'ouse by the boy, and a few days arterwards one of the carpenters 'ad to go and fix it up in 'is bedroom.' |
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