"Very like," said Mick; "there's nothing that makes one so
thirsty as listening to a song, particularly if it touches the
feelings. Don't you remember, Dusty, when we used to encore
that German fellow in 'Scots wha ha.' We always had it five
times. Hang me if I wasn't blind drunk at the end of it."
"I tell you what, young ladies," said Devilsdust, looking very
solemn, "you're dancing on a volcano."
"Oh! my," said Caroline. "I am sure I wish we were; though
what you mean exactly I don't quite know."
"I mean that we shall all soon be slaves," said Devilsdust.
"Not if we get the Ten-Hour Bill," said Harriet.
"And no cleaning of machinery in meal time," said Julia; "that
is a shame."
"You don't know what you are talking about," said Devilsdust.
"I tell you, if the Capitalists put down Gerard we're done for
another ten years, and by that time we shall be all used up."
"Lor! Dusty, you quite terrify one," said Caroline.
"It's a true bill though. Instead of going to the Temple we
must meet on the Moor, and in as great numbers as possible.
Go you and get all your sweethearts. I must see your father,
Harriet; he must preside. We will have the hymn of Labour
sung by a hundred thousand voices in chorus.
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