The Tables Turned - or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist Interlude by William Morris
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_Strong_. I saw it. _Mr. H_. Tell us what you saw. _Strong_, (_very slowly and stolidly, and as if repeating a lesson_). I saw her steal them all--all--all from one shop--from three shops--I followed her--I took her. When she took it up--she let it drop--in the shop--and wiped the street mud off it. Then she dropped them all three in the shop--and came out--and I took her--with the help--of the two constables--and she cried. _Mr. H_. You may go (_Aside_: for a new-caught joskin and a fool!). I won't ask him any questions. _J. N_. (_waking up, and languid_). Do you call any other witnesses, Mr. Hungary? _Mr. H_. No, my lord. (_Aside_: Not if I know it, considering the quality of the evidence. Not that it much matters; the Judge is going to get a conviction; the Jury will do as he tells them--always do.) (_To the Court_): My lord and gentlemen of the Jury, that's my case. _J. N_. Well, my good woman, what have you to say to this? _Mary Pinch_. Say to it! What's the use of _saying_ anything to it? I'd _do_ to it, if I could. _J. N_. Woman! what do you mean? Violence will not do here. Have you witnesses to call? |
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