The Tables Turned - or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist Interlude by William Morris
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_Potlegoff_. Yes, sir. _Mr. H_. How did she take them? _Pot_. Off the counter, sir. _Mr. H_. Did she go into the shop to take them? _Pot_. Yes, sir. (_Aside_: I thought I was to say into three shops.) _Mr. H_. One after another? _Pot_. Yes, out of one shop one after another. (_Aside_: Now it's right, I hope.) _Mr. H_. (_Aside_: Confound him, he's contradicting the other!) (_To_ POT.) Yes, just so; one after the other. And did you see the second loaf tumble down? _Pot_. Yes, sir. _Mr. H_. When was that? _Pot_. As she took it off the counter. _Mr. H_. Yes, _after_ she took it off the counter, in the street? _Pot_. No, sir. (_Catching the_ SERGEANT'S _eye_.) I mean yes, sir, and she wiped the mud off them; the sergeant saw her--and I saw her. |
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