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`` Yes , Mrs. Hamilton , '' he answered , with bitter emphasis , `` you 're the one -- we know that ! You 're the cat 's - paw , with your clubs and your benefits . '' He turned to Hamilton , and went on speaking with even greater virulence . `` It 's through her that you 're fighting ; it 's through her that you 're attacking us in our homes ; it 's through her that you 're turning our wives and our daughters against us until our lives are miserable with them , morning , noon and night . They 're forever talking against the strike , trying to make us come back to you , and to take the cut . And it ai n't fair , I tell you ! No honest employer would fight that way from behind a woman 's petticoats .