Here were these rich parasites, exploiting the labor of
working men and living off in palaces by themselves--and what had
they done to earn it? What would they ever do for the poor man,
except to despise him, and to kick him in the seat of his trousers?
They were a set of wilful brutes! Peter suddenly saw the happenings
of last night from a new angle, and wished he had all the younger
members of the Chamber of Commerce and the Merchants' and
Manufacturers' Association right there along with Mr. Godd, so that
he could bundle them all off to the devil at once.
And that was no passing mood either. The seat of Peter's trousers
hurt so that he could hardly endure the trolley ride home, and all
the way Peter was plotting how he could punish Mr. Godd. He
remembered suddenly that Mr. Godd was an associate of Nelse
Ackerman; and Peter now had a spy in Nelse Ackerman's home, and was
preparing some kind of a "frame-up!" Peter would see if he couldn't
find some way to start a dynamite conspiracy against Mr. Godd! He
would start a campaign against Mr. Godd in the radical movement, and
maybe he could find some way to get a bunch of the "wobblies" to
carry him off and tie him up and beat him with a black-snake whip!
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With these reflections Peter went back to the American House, where
McGivney had promised to meet him that evening.
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