In the Days of the Comet by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
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My retort was the cheap expedient of re-echoing, "Who the devil are you?" "WELL," he said. "I'm coming along this path if I like," I said. "See? It's a public path--just as this used to be public land. You've stolen the land--you and yours, and now you want to steal the right of way. You'll ask us to get off the face of the earth next. I sha'n't oblige. See?" I was shorter and I suppose a couple of years younger than he, but I had the improvised club in my pocket gripped ready, and I would have fought with him very cheerfully. But he fell a step backward as I came toward him. "Socialist, I presume?" he said, alert and quiet and with the faintest note of badinage. "One of many." "We're all socialists nowadays," he remarked philosophically, "and I haven't the faintest intention of disputing your right of way." "You'd better not," I said. "No!" "No." |
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