| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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cheaper, we might have some chance; but we can't do it. The fact is that the machinery we've got is no dam good; it's too small and it's wore out, consequently the light we supply is inferior to gas and costs more.' `Yes, I think we're fairly beaten this time,' said Rushton. `Why, even if the Gas Coy hadn't moved their works beyond the borough boundary, still we shouldn't 'ave been hable to compete with 'em.' `Of course not,' said Grinder. `The truth of the matter is just wot Didlum says. Our machinery is too small, it's worn hout, and good for nothing but to be throwed on the scrap-heap. So there's only one thing left to do and that is - go into liquidation.' `I don't see it,' remarked Sweater. `Well, what do you propose, then?' demanded Grinder. `Reconstruct the company? |
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