The Tables Turned - or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist Interlude by William Morris
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_A Juryman_. Have you heard him suggest any means of doing all this? _Pot_. Yes, sir; for I have attended meetings of his association in disguise, when they were plotting means of exciting the populace. _Mr. H_. In which he took part? _Pot_. In which he took part. _Mr. H_. You heard him arranging with others for a rising of the lower orders? _Pot_. Yes, sir; and on the occasion, when I met him in the public house, I got into conversation with him, and he told me that his society numbered upwards of two millions. (J. F. _grins_.) _The Juryman_ (_anxiously_). Armed? _Pot_. He said there were arms in readiness for them. _Mr. H_. Did you find out where? _Pot_. Yes; at the premises of the Federationist League, 13 Farringdon Road. _Mr. H_. Did you search for them there? _Pot_. Yes. |
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