'But this is a special letter, and is to ask you to do a great thing for me, a very great thing.

Indeed, you may not be able to do it at all.' "Indeed!" said Jack.

'And if you cannot do it, I trust you to tell me so.' "Trust me! well rather," said Jack again.
'You know something of my work among the Galicians, but you do not know just how sad it often is.

They are poor ignorant creatures, but really they have kind hearts and have many nice things.' "By Jove! She'd find good points in the very devil himself!" 'And I know you would pity them if you knew them, especially the women and the children.
The women have to work so hard, and the children are growing up wild, learning little of the good and much of the bad that Winnipeg streets can teach them.' "Heaven help them of their school!" cried Jack.
'Well, I must tell you what I want.

You remember seeing in the papers that I sent you some years ago, the account of that terrible murder by a Russian Nihilist named Kalmar, and you remember perhaps how he nearly killed a horrid man who had treated him badly, very badly, named Rosenblatt.