After this, if the charge sticks, I may shout my head off, exposing what I know; and who will listen?
You know the answer as well as I! Do I complain?
No, not once! What I must suffer, for this wondrous Cause, is not a tenth what thousands suffer every day, in silence and high courage.

What has happened to me, personally, is but the merest trifle beside what has already happened to thousands, fighting for life and liberty, for wife and home and children; for the right to work and live like men, not beasts!" "You mean the--the working class ?" she ventured, wonderingly.

"Is this outrage really a minor one, compared with what they, who feed and warm and carry the whole world, have to suffer?
Tell me, for I--God help me, I am ignorant! I am beginning to see, to half-see, awful, dim, ghostly shapes of huge, unspeakable wrongs.

Tell me the truth about all this, as you have told it about yourself--and let me know!" Then Gabriel talked as never he had talked before.

To this, his audience of one, there in the dirty and ill-smelling police station, he unfolded the sad tale of the disinherited, the enslaved, the wretched, as never to a huge, and spell-bound audience in hall or park or city street.