"The deuce it is," said Chaffing Jack. "What, have they
raised wages?"
"No," said Devilsdust, "but they have stopped the mills."
"That won't mend matters much," said Jack with a puff.
"Won't it?"
"The working classes will have less to spend than ever."
"And what will the Capitalists have to spend?" said
Devilsdust. "Worse and worse," said Mr Trotman, "you will
never get institutions like the Temple re-opened on this
system."
"Don't you be afraid Jack," said Mick, tossing off his
tumbler; "if we only get our rights, won't we have a blowout!"
"We must have a struggle," said Devilsdust, "and teach the
Capitalists on whom they depend, so that in future they are
not to have the lion's share, and then all will be right."
"A fair day's wage for a fair day's work," said Mick; "that's
your time of day."
"It began at Staleybridge," said Devilsdust, "and they have
stopped them all; and now they have marched into Manchester
ten thousand strong. They pelted the police--"
"And cheered the red-coats like blazes," said Mick.
"The soldiers will fraternise," said Devilsdust.
"Do what?" said Mrs Trotman.
"Stick their bayonets into the Capitalists who have hired them
to cut the throats of the working classes," said Devilsdust.
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