| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 589 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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Easton and Harlow were working together on the staircase, finishing the doors and other woodwork with white enamel. The men had not been allowed to spend the time necessary to prepare this work in a proper manner, it had not been rubbed down smooth or properly filled up, and it had not had a sufficient number of coats of paint to make it solid white. Now that the glossy enamel was put on, the work looked rather rough and shady. `It ain't 'arf all right, ain't it?' remarked Harlow, sarcastically, indicating the door he had just finished. Easton laughed: 'I can't understand how people pass such work,' he said. `Old Sweater did make some remark about it the other day,' replied Harlow, `and I heard Misery tell 'im it was impossible to make a perfect job of such old doors.' |
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