human
The Wolves have howled, he exclaimed;
gpt
We must draw them out of their factory, and fight them on neutral ground, said the little man with the ferret's face, who appeared to be the thieves' advocate;
human
What do we care about trespass? cried the horrible hag, Ciboule;
gpt
Yes, yes, cried other hideous creatures, as ragged as Ciboule herself;
human
We must have our fun, too!
gpt
The women of the factory say that all the women of the neighborhood are drunken drabs,
human
Good! we'll pay them for it.
gpt
The women shall have their share.
human
That's our business.
gpt
They like to sing in their Common House, cried Ciboule;
human
Silence!
gpt
Silence! silence! repeated the crowd.
human
Hear the blaster!
gpt
If the Devourers are cowards enough not to dare to show themselves, after a second volley of stones, there is a door down there which we can break open, and we will soon hunt them from their holes.
human
It would be better to draw them out, so that none might remain in the factory,
gpt
A man fights where he can, cried the quarryman, in a voice of thunder;
human
Yes, yes! cried the crowd, still more excited by those savage words;
gpt
We will see their fine palace!
human
The pagans haven't even a chapel, said the bass voice.
gpt
The curate has damned them all!
human
Why should they have a palace, and we nothing but dog-kennels?
gpt
Hardy's workmen say that kennels are good enough for such as you.
human
Yes, yes! they said so.
gpt
We'll break all their traps.
human
We'll pull down their bazaar.
gpt
We'll throw the house out of the windows.
human
When we have made the mealy-mouthed chits sing, cried Ciboule,
gpt
Come, my Wolves! attention! cried the quarryman, still in the same stentorian voice;
human
Attention, my Wolves. Make ready! all together. Now, are you ready?
gpt
Yes, yes--all ready!
human
Then, present!--fire! And, for the second time, a shower of enormous stones poured upon that side of the Common Dwelling-house which was turned towards the fields. A part of these projectiles broke such of the windows as had been spared by the first volley. To the sharp smashing and cracking of glass were joined the ferocious cries uttered in chorus by this formidable mob, drunk with its own excesses:
gpt
Death to the Devourers!