| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 260 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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Crass now took a pot of paint and some brushes and, having put some more fuel on the fire, began in a leisurely way to paint some of the woodwork in the kitchen. Presently Bert came in. `I've finished there,' he said. `About time, too. You'll 'ave to look a bit livelier than you do, you know, or me and you will fall out.' Bert did not answer. `Now I've got another job for yer. You're fond of drorin, ain't yer?' continued Crass in a jeering tone. `Yes, a little,' replied the boy, shamefacedly. `Well,' said Crass, giving him the leaf he had torn out of the pocket-book, `you can go up to the yard and git them things and put 'em on a truck and dror it up 'ere, and git back as soon as you can. Just look at the paper and see if you understand |
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