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Title The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists
Page 102
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Text Presently Harlow began to sing. He had a good voice and it was a good song, but his mates just then did not appreciate either one of the other. His singing was the signal for an outburst of exclamations and catcalls.

`Shut it, for Christ's sake!'

`That's enough of that bloody row!'

And so on. Harlow stopped.

`How's the enemy?' asked Easton presently, addressing no one in particular.

`Don't know,' replied Bundy. `It must be about half past four. Ask Slyme; he's got a watch,'

It was a quarter past four.

`It gets dark very early now,' said Easton.

`Yes,' replied Bundy. `It's been very dull all day.
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