I do not think that I ever saw any one with such a benevolent face." Mrs.Trevor Harrison laughed softly as she rocked herself in her chair.
"Dear child," she said, "New York has known your uncle for twenty-five years, and suffered for him.

These men who make great fortunes must make them at the expense of other people, and there are very many who have gone down to make Phineas Duge what he is." "I cannot understand it," Virginia said.
"Your uncle," Mrs.Trevor Harrison continued, "has a will of iron, is absolutely self-centered; sentiment has never swayed him in the least.
He has climbed up on the bodies of weaker men.

But there, in America we blame no one for that.

It is the strong man who lives, and the others must die.

Only I cannot quite understand this new development.