| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 723 |
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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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