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🏆 He laughed. “You will find all your pet reforms depend upon it, when you come to work them out,” he said. “You can’t have a minimum wage without a minimum price.” “Curious,” said the girl, “so am I. My father’s a mill manager near Bolton. You weren’t educated there?”!

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