'But I take leave to inform you that you won't get much spiritual excellence out of a man who lives a harder life than the nigger-slaves.

If you women could only put aside your theories and look a little at obstinate facts! You're all of a piece.

Which of you was it that talked the other day about getting the vicar to pray for rain?
Ho, ho, ho! Just the same kind of thing.' Alfred's combativeness had grown markedly since his making acquaintance with Mutimer.

He had never excelled in the suaver virtues, and now the whole of the time he spent at home was devoted to vociferous railing at capitalists, priests, and women, his mother and sister serving for illustrations of the vices prevalent in the last-mentioned class.

In talking he always paced the room, hands in pockets, and at times fairly stammered in his endeavour to hit upon sufficiently trenchant epithets or comparisons.