The Tables Turned - or, Nupkins Awakened.  A Socialist Interlude  by William Morris
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			_Pot_.  At Beadon Road, Hammersmith. 
			_Mr. H_. What was he doing there? _Pot_. He was standing on a stool surrounded by a dense crowd. _Mr. H_. What else? _Pot_. He was speaking to them in a loud tone of voice. _Mr. H_. You say it was a dense crowd: how dense? Would it have been easy for any one to pass through the crowd? _Pot_. It would have been impossible. I could not have got anywhere near him without using my truncheon--which I have a right to do. _Mr. H_. Is Beadon Road a frequented thoroughfare? _Pot_. Very much so, especially on a Sunday morning. _Mr. H_. Could you hear what he said? _Pot_. I could and I did. I made notes of what he said. _Mr. H_. Can you repeat anything he said? _Pot_. I can. He urged the crowd to disembowel all the inhabitants of London. (_Sensation_.) _Mr. H_. Can you remember the exact words he used?  | 
		
			
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