We've still got the right to emigrate." "Yes, but even there we don't escape the abuse of our infamous newspapers for exercising a man's right to live where he chooses.

And there is no country in Europe--except Turkey, or Spain--that isn't a better home for an honest man than the United States." The Ohioan had once before cleared his throat as if he were going to speak.

Now, he leaned far enough forward to catch Triscoe's eye, and said, slowly and distinctly: "I don't know just what reason you have to feel as you do about the country.

I feel differently about it myself--perhaps because I fought for it." At first, the others were glad of this arrogance; it even seemed an answer; but Burnamy saw Miss Triscoe's cheek, flush, and then he doubted its validity.
Triscoe nervously crushed a biscuit in his hand, as if to expend a violent impulse upon it.

He said, coldly, "I was speaking from that stand-point." The Ohioan shrank back in his seat, and March felt sorry for him, though he had put himself in the wrong.