| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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came to join them there. Possibly, in the next world - if there were such a place - they might all be together once more. He was suddenly aroused from these thoughts by an exclamation from Harlow. `Look out! Here comes Rushton.' They immediately resumed their journey. Rushton was coming up the hill in his dog-cart with Grinder sitting by his side. They passed so closely that Philpot - who was on that side of the cart - was splashed with mud from the wheels of the trap. `Them's some of your chaps, ain't they?' remarked Grinder. `Yes,' replied Rushton. `We're doing a job up this way.' `I should 'ave thought it would pay you |
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