But my mill is standing idle, and I blame it on your wife.
Am I alone in that?
Go round and ask.

Where are the mills?
Where are the young men that should be working?
Where is the currency?
All paralysed.

No, sir, it is not equal; for I suffer for your faults--I pay for them, by George, out of a poor man's pocket.

And what have you to do with mine?
Drunk or sober, I can see my country going to hell, and I can see whose fault it is.

And so now, I've said my say, and you may drag me to a stinking dungeon; what care I?
I've spoke the truth, and so I'll hold hard, and not intrude upon your Highness's society.' And the miller reined up and, clumsily enough, saluted.
'You will observe, I have not asked your name,' said Otto.