| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 647 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`I reckon we shall finish up at "The Cave" next week, and then I suppose we shall all be stood orf. We've got several plumbers on, and I believe there's a little gas-fitting work in, but next to nothing in our line.' `I suppose you don't know of any other firm what's got anything?' `No, I don't, mate. Between you and me, I don't think any of 'em has; they're all in about the same fix.' `I've not done anything since I left, you know,' said Newman, `and we've just about got as far as we can get, at home.' Slyme and Crass said nothing in reply to this. They wished that Newman would take himself off, because they did not want him to know where they were going. However, Newman continued to accompany them and an awkward silence succeeded. He seemed to wish to say |
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