| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1624 |
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As he watched the poor boy bending over his task, Owen thought of Frankie, and with a feeling akin to terror wondered whether he would ever be in a similar plight. When he saw Owen, the boy left off working and wished him good morning, remarking that it was very cold. `Why don't you light a fire? There's lots of wood lying about the yard.' `No,' said Bert shaking his head. `That would never do! Misery wouldn't 'arf ramp if 'e caught me at it. |
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