And honest rent paid over to absentees, through an agent, if you think of it, seems like flinging the money that's the sweat of the brow into a stone conduit to roll away to a giant maw hungry as the sea.

It's the bleeding to death of our land! Transactions from hand to hand of warm human flesh-nothing else will do: I mean, for men of our blood.

Ah! she would have kept my brother temperate in his notions and his plans.

And why absentees, Miss Adister?
Because we've no centre of home life: the core has been taken out of us; our country has no hearth-fire.

I'm for union; only there should be justice, and a little knowledge to make allowance for the natural cravings of a different kind of people.