"
"I believe it's the machines more than the Corn Laws that have
shut up the Temple," said Harriet. "Machines, indeed! Fancy
preferring a piece of iron or wood to your own flesh and
blood. And they call that Christianlike!"
"It is Saturday," said Julia, "sure enough; and if I don't lie
in bed to-morrow till sunset, may I get a bate ticket for
every day for a week to come."
"Well, go it my hearty," said Mick to Devilsdust. "It is
Saturday, that they have all agreed."
"And to-morrow is Sunday," said Devilsdust solemnly. "And the
next day is the blackest day in all the week," said Julia.
"When I hear the factory bell on Monday morning, I feel just
the same as I did when I crossed with my uncle from Liverpool
to Seaton to eat shrimps. Wasn't I sick coming home, that's
all!"
"You won't hear that bell sound next Monday," said Devilsdust
solemnly.
"You don't mean that?" said Julia.
"Why, what's the matter?" said Caroline. "Is the Queen dead?"
"No bell on Monday morning," said Mrs Carey, incredulously.
"Not a single ring if all the Capitalists in Mowbray were to
pull together at the same rope," said Devilsdust.
"What can it be?" said Julia. "Come, Mick; Dusty is always so
long telling us anything.
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