The Tables Turned - or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist Interlude by William Morris
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_Pot_. Capital, my lord.
_J. N_. Yes, exactly; that's just what I've written--this metropolis. _Pot_. He said capital, my lord. _Mr. H_. Capital, the witness says, my lord. _J. N_. Well, doesn't that mean the same thing? I tell you I've got it down accurately. _J. F_. (_who has been looking from one to the other with an amused_ _smile, now says as if he were thinking aloud_:) Well, I _am_ damned! what a set of fools! _J. N_. What is that you said, sir? Have you no sense of decency, sir? Are you pleading, or are you not pleading? I have a great mind to have you removed. _J. F_. (_laughing_). Oh, by all means remove me! I didn't ask to be here. Only look here, I could set you right in three minutes if you only let me. _J. N_. Do you want to ask the witness anything? If not, sir, hold your tongue, sir. No, sir; don't speak, sir. I can see that you are meditating bullying me; let me advise you, sir, not to try it. _Mr. H_. (_to_ POT.) Was that the only occasion on which you heard him speaking? |
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