| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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`And I think we all deserve a drink,' the Chief continued, producing a decanter and a box of cigars from a cupboard by the side of his desk. `Pass that water bottle from behind you, Didlum.' `I suppose nobody won't be comin' in?' said the latter, anxiously. `I'm a teetotaler, you know.' `Oh, it's all right,' said Sweater, taking four glasses out of thecupboard and pouring out the whisky. `I've given orders that we're not to be disturbed for anyone. Say when.' `Well, 'ere's success to Socialism,' cried Grinder, raising his glass, and taking a big drink. `Amen - 'ear, 'ear, I mean,' said Didlum, hastily correcting himself. `Wot I likes about this 'ere business is that we're not only doin' ourselves a bit of good,' continued Grinder with a laugh, `we're not |
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