| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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`Yes,' said Harlow; `that's true enough. Why, just look at the work that's in one o' them 'ouses on the Grand Parade. People must 'ave 'ad more money to spend in those days, you know; all those massive curtain cornishes over the drawing- and dining-room winders - gilded solid! Why, nowadays they'd want all the bloody 'ouse done down right through - inside and out, for the money it cost to gild one of them.' `It seems that nearly everybody is more or less 'ard up nowadays,' said Philpot. `I'm jiggered if I can understand it, but there it is.' `You should ast Owen to explain it to yer,' remarked Crass with a jeering laugh. `'E knows all about wot's the cause of poverty, but 'e won't tell nobody. 'E's been GOIN' to tell us wot it is for a long time past, but it don't seem to come orf.' Crass had not yet had an opportunity of |
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