| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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as if he had a hot potato in his mouth. `Mr Rushton isn't here yet, I suppose?' `No, sir: 'e don't horfun come hon the job hin the mornin, sir; 'e generally comes hafternoons, sir, but Mr 'Unter's halmost sure to be 'ere presently, sir.' `It's Mr Rushton I want to see: I arranged to meet him here at ten o'clock; but' - looking at his watch - `I'm rather before my time.' `He'll be here presently, I suppose,' added Mr Sweater. `I'll just take a look round till he comes.' `Yes, sir,' responded Crass, walking behind him obsequiously as he went out of the room. Hoping that the gentleman might give him a shilling, Crass followed him into the front hall and began explaining what progress had so far been made with the work, but as Mr Sweater answered only by monosyllables and grunts, Crass presently concluded that his |
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