| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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producing the Obscurer cutting, and he made this remark in the hope of turning the conversation into a channel that would enable him to do so. But Owen did not respond, and went on reading his newspaper. `We ain't 'ad no lectures at all lately, 'ave we?' said Harlow in an injured tone. `I think it's about time Owen explained what the real cause of poverty is. I'm beginning to get anxious about it.' The others laughed. When Philpot had finished eating his dinner he went out of the kitchen and presently returned with a small pair of steps, which he opened and placed in a corner of the room, with the back of the steps facing the audience. `There you are, me son!' he exclaimed to Owen. `There's a pulpit for yer.' `Yes! come on 'ere!' cried Crass, feeling |
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