"And I don't think you've changed either." "Very little has happened to change me," said Jane.
The cab lumbered on through dull, dimly lit, residential roads.

Only by the swinging gleam of an occasional street lamp could Paul distinguish the faces of his companions.

"I hope you're on our side, Mr.Finn," he said politely to his host, who sat on the small back seat.
"I don't disagree with much that you said to-night.

But you are on the side of wealth and aristocracy.

I am on the side of the downtrodden and oppressed." "But so am I," cried Paul.