I tell you what: on my way here this afternoon I passed the office of some journal or other in the Strand, where they're exhibiting a copy of their paper returned to them by a subscriber in Russia.

Two columns are completely obliterated with the censor's lamp-black,--that's how it reaches the subscriber's hands.

As I stood looking at that, my blood rose to boiling-point! I could have hurrah'd for war with Russia on that one account alone.

That contemptible idiot of a Czar, sitting there on his ant-hill throne, and bidding Time stand still!" He laughed long and loud in scornful wrath.
"The Czar can't help it," remarked Glazzard, smiling calmly, "and perhaps knows nothing about it.

The man is a slave of slaves." "The more contemptible and criminal, then!" roared Denzil.