But if they keep up this slavery threep, they'll
fight till one side has won and the other side is clean whipped forever.
Why not? That's our way, and most of them are chips of the old oak
block. A hundred years or more ago we had the same question to settle
and we settled it with money. It left us all nearly bankrupt, but it's
better to lose guineas than good men, and the blackamoors were well
satisfied, no doubt."
"How do our men and women feel, Greenwood?"
"They are all for the black men, sir. They hevn't counted the cost to
themselves yet. I'll put it up to them if that is your wish, sir."
"You are nearer to them than I am, Jonathan."
"I am one o' them, sir."
"Then say the word in season when you can."
"The only word now, sir, is that Frenchy bit o' radicalism they call
liberty. I told Lucius Yorke what I thought of him shouting it out in
England."
"Is Yorke here?"
"He was ranting away on Hatton green last night, and his catchword and
watchword was liberty, liberty, and again liberty!' He advised them to
get a blue banner for their Club, and dedicate it to liberty.
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