More fool you, that's all I say--more fool you.
If you cared for your wife and children half what you care about your Union, you'd be a lot better pleased in the end.

But you care about nothing but a lot of ignorant colliers, who don't know what they want except it's more money just for themselves.

Self, self, self--that's all it is with them--and ignorance." "You'd rather have self without ignorance ?" he said, smiling finely.
"I would, if I've got to have it.

But what I should like to see is a man that has thought for others, and isn't all self and politics." Her color had risen, her hand trembled with anger as she sewed.

A blank look had come over the man's face, as if he did not hear or heed any more.