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The men were all right at his mills. Then Sir Thomas said a word. He was a great foe to intimidation; he wouldn't for worlds have the men coerced. The mustard-maker laughed cheerily. "We know what all that comes to at Percycross; don't we, Trigger? We shall all go straight from this place; shan't we, Trigger? And he needn't ask any questions; need he, Trigger?"
Trigger might continue to order food and wine, and beer and tobacco, to be supplied ad libitum, and whenever he chose. How was he to put an end to it, otherwise than by throwing up the game, and going back to London? That now would be gross ill-usage to the Conservatives of Percycross, who by such a step would be left in the lurch without a candidate.
The tradesmen of Percycross, whether liberal or conservative, did not understand much in the world of politics, but they did understand that such a doctrine as that, if carried out, would take them to a very Gehenna of revolutionary desolation. And so Moggs was banished from the Northern Star, the inn at which Mr.
He was cheered to the echo, and almost carried down to the station on the shoulders of a chairman, or president, and a secretary; but he left Percycross with the conviction that that borough would never confer upon him the coveted honour of a seat in Parliament. All this had happened early in March, previous to that Sunday on which Mr. Neefit behaved so rudely to him at the cottage.
Trigger hummed and hawed, and shook his head, and put his hands into his trousers pockets; and in his heart of hearts he despised Sir Thomas. On that day Sir Thomas was taken to see four gentlemen of note in Percycross, a mustard-maker, a paper-maker, and two bootmakers. The mustard-maker was very cordial in offering his support. He would do anything for the cause. Trigger knew him.
Ralph when he saw how full of joy was his father, could not but rejoice also that the thing so ardently desired had been at last accomplished. The day of the nomination at Percycross came at last, and it was manifest to everybody that there was a very unpleasant feeling in the town. It was not only that party was arrayed against party.
A great proportion of the working men of Percycross were freemen of the borough, old voters who were on the register by right of their birth and family connection in the place, independent of householdership and rates, and quite accustomed to the old ways of manipulation. The younger of these men might be seduced into listening to Moggs. The excitement was pleasant to them.
"Wesleyan minister," whispered the Percycross bear-leader into the ear of his bear; "and has a deal to say to many of the men, and more to the women. Can't say what he'll do; split his vote, probably." Then he introduced the two men, explaining the cause of Sir Thomas's presence in the borough. Mr.
He preached his sermon, his old sermon, about the Rights of Labour and the Salt of the Earth, the Tyranny of Capital and the Majesty of the Workmen, with an enthusiasm that made him for the moment supremely happy. He was certainly the hero of the tour in Percycross, and he allowed himself to believe, just for that hour, that he was about to become the hero of a new doctrine throughout England.
The glory of Percycross was gone, and in regard to political influence it was to be treated as the cities of the plain, and blotted from off the face of existence. The learned gentlemen who formed the Commission had traced home to Mr.
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