The Tables Turned - or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist Interlude by William Morris
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concerned, smash it when you can catch it.
_Mr. H_. Did you gather whose head it was that they were speaking of? _Pot_. Yes; his lordship's. _Mr. H_. (_impressively and plaintively_). And _why_? _Pot_. Because they said he had jugged their comrades like a damned old smoutch! _J. N_. _Jugged_? _Pot_. Put them in prison, my lord. _J. N_. (_Aside_: That Norwich affair.) Wait! I must write my self down a smoutch--smoutch? no doubt a foreign word. _Mr. H_. What else have you heard the prisoner say. _Pot_. I have heard him threaten to make her Majesty the Queen take in washing. _J. N_. Plain washing? _Pot_. Yes, my lord. _J. N_. Not fancy work? _Pot_. No, my lord. |
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