Get away from here, quick. Hide
yourself before the people rise in their might."
Peter smiled sadly. "How are Mrs. Podds and the children?" he asked
kindly.
"What is a family at such a moment?" shrieked Podds.
"The world is my family. I love the whole world, and I'm going to
revolutionize it. I'm going to give every man his rights. The gutters
shall reek with blood, and every plutocrat's castle shall be levelled to
the soil. But I'll spare you, for though you are one of the classes,
it's your ignorance, not your disposition, that makes you one. Get away
from here. Get away before it's too late."
Just then the sound of a horse's feet was heard, and a staff officer
came cantering from a side street into the square. He saluted Peter and
said, "Colonel Stirling, the governor has issued a proclamation
forbidding the meeting and parade. General Canfield orders you to clear
the Park, by pushing the mob towards Broadway. The regiments have been
drawn in so as to leave a free passage down the side streets.
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