His cry is always 'Blood! Blood!' He does not ape the manner of the bourgeois.

He does not wash his face and put on clean linen.

He is a great man, but he is as dirty as the best of us.

He still lives in his old lodgings, though he could move if he liked into any of the fine houses whose owners are in the prisons.

He wants no servants, but lives just as we do.