| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 739 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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` supposed to be givin' this 'ere lecture?' inquired the man on the pail. `Why, Owen, of course,' replied Harlow. `Well, why don't you try to keep quiet for a few minutes and let 'im get on with it?' `The next B--r wot interrupts,' cried Philpot, rolling up his shirt-sleeves and glaring threateningly round upon the meeting. `The next b--r wot interrupts goes out through the bloody winder!' At this, everybody pretended to be very frightened, and edged away as far as possible from Philpot. Easton, who was sitting next to him, got up and crossed over to Owen's vacant seat. The man on the pail was the only one who did not seem nervous; perhaps he felt safer because he was, as usual, surrounded by a moat. `Poverty,' resumed the lecturer |
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