I'll
have fire I say for that water--do you hear that Master
Newspaper--I'll have fire for that water before I am many
hours older."
"The Liberator means Trafford," said the Chartist.
"I'll Trafford him," said the Liberator and he struck the
table with his hammer. "He ducks my messenger does he? I
tell you I'll have fire for that water," and he looked around
him as if he courted some remonstrance in order that he might
crush it.
"Trafford is a humane man," said Morley in a quiet tone, "and
behaves well to his people."
"A man with a big mill humane!" exclaimed the Bishop; "with
two or three thousand slaves working under the same roof, and
he doing nothing but eating their vitals. I'll have no big
mills where I'm main master. Let him look to it. Here goes,"
and he jumped off the table. "Before an hour I'll pay this
same Trafford a visit and I'll see whether he'll duck me.
Come on my prime Doggy," and nodding to the Chartist to follow
him, the Liberator left the room.
Hatton turned his head from the window, and advanced quickly
to Morley. "To business, friend Morley. This savage can-not
be quiet for a moment; he exists only in destruction and
rapine. If it were not Trafford's mill it would be something
else.
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