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'
Oh
,
my
friends
and
fellow-men
!
'
said
Slackbridge
then
,
shaking
his
head
with
violent
scorn
,
'
I
do
not
wonder
that
you
,
the
prostrate
sons
of
labour
,
are
incredulous
of
the
existence
of
such
a
man
.
But
he
who
sold
his
birthright
for
a
mess
of
pottage
existed
,
and
Judas
Iscariot
existed
,
and
Castlereagh
existed
,
and
this
man
exists
!
'
Here
,
a
brief
press
and
confusion
near
the
stage
,
ended
in
the
man
himself
standing
at
the
orator
's
side
before
the
concourse
.
He
was
pale
and
a
little
moved
in
the
face
--
his
lips
especially
showed
it
;
but
he
stood
quiet
,
with
his
left
hand
at
his
chin
,
waiting
to
be
heard
.
There
was
a
chairman
to
regulate
the
proceedings
,
and
this
functionary
now
took
the
case
into
his
own
hands
.
'
My
friends
,
'
said
he
,
'
by
virtue
o
'
my
office
as
your
president
,
I
askes
o
'
our
friend
Slackbridge
,
who
may
be
a
little
over
hetter
in
this
business
,
to
take
his
seat
,
whiles
this
man
Stephen
Blackpool
is
heern
.
You
all
know
this
man
Stephen
Blackpool
.
You
know
him
awlung
o
'
his
misfort
'n
s
,
and
his
good
name
.
'
With
that
,
the
chairman
shook
him
frankly
by
the
hand
,
and
sat
down
again
.
Slackbridge
likewise
sat
down
,
wiping
his
hot
forehead
--
always
from
left
to
right
,
and
never
the
reverse
way
.
'
My
friends
,
'
Stephen
began
,
in
the
midst
of
a
dead
calm
;
'
I
ha
'
hed
what
's
been
spok
'n
o
'
me
,
and
'
tis
lickly
that
I
sha
n't
mend
it
.
But
I
'd
liefer
you
'd
hearn
the
truth
concernin
myseln
,
fro
my
lips
than
fro
onny
other
man
's
,
though
I
never
cud
'n
speak
afore
so
monny
,
wi'out
bein
moydert
and
muddled
.
'
Slackbridge
shook
his
head
as
if
he
would
shake
it
off
,
in
his
bitterness
.
'
I
'm
th
'
one
single
Hand
in
Bounderby
's
mill
,
o
'
a
'
the
men
theer
,
as
do
n't
coom
in
wi
'
th
'
proposed
reg
'
lations
.
I
canna
coom
in
wi
'
'em
.
My
friends
,
I
doubt
their
doin
'
yo
onny
good
.
Licker
they
'll
do
yo
hurt
.
'
Slackbridge
laughed
,
folded
his
arms
,
and
frowned
sarcastically
.
'
But
'
t
a
n't
sommuch
for
that
as
I
stands
out
.
If
that
were
aw
,
I
'd
coom
in
wi
'
th
'
rest
.
But
I
ha
'
my
reasons
--
mine
,
yo
see
--
for
being
hindered
;
not
on
'
y
now
,
but
awlus
--
awlus
--
life
long
!
'
Slackbridge
jumped
up
and
stood
beside
him
,
gnashing
and
tearing
.
'
Oh
,
my
friends
,
what
but
this
did
I
tell
you
?
Oh
,
my
fellow-countrymen
,
what
warning
but
this
did
I
give
you
?
And
how
shows
this
recreant
conduct
in
a
man
on
whom
unequal
laws
are
known
to
have
fallen
heavy
?
Oh
,
you
Englishmen
,
I
ask
you
how
does
this
subornation
show
in
one
of
yourselves
,
who
is
thus
consenting
to
his
own
undoing
and
to
yours
,
and
to
your
children
's
and
your
children
's
children
's
?
'
