| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 692 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Why, didn't you know? there's another funeral on today? Didn't you see that corfin plate what Owen was writing in the drorin'-room last Saturday morning?' `No, I wasn't 'ere. Don't you remember I was sent away to do a ceilin' and a bit of painting over at Windley?' `Oh, of course; I forgot,' exclaimed Philpot. `I reckon Crass and Slyme must be making a small fortune out of all these funerals,' said Harlow. `This makes the fourth in the last fortnight. What is it they gets for 'em?' `A shillin' for taking' 'ome the corfin and liftin' in the corpse, and four bob for the funeral - five bob altogether.' `That's a bit of all right, ain't it?' said Harlow. `A couple of them in a week besides |
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