You don't depend upon wife-beaters and pickpockets for your income.

You get your livelihood from the masters of society, and whoever feeds a man is that man's master.

Yes, you are a henchman.
You are interested in advancing the interests of the aggregations of capital you serve." Mr.Morse's face was a trifle red.
"I confess, sir," he said, "that you talk like a scoundrelly socialist." Then it was that Martin made his remark: "You hate and fear the socialists; but why?
You know neither them nor their doctrines." "Your doctrine certainly sounds like socialism," Mr.Morse replied, while Ruth gazed anxiously from one to the other, and Mrs.Morse beamed happily at the opportunity afforded of rousing her liege lord's antagonism.
"Because I say Republicans are stupid, and hold that liberty, equality, and fraternity are exploded bubbles, does not make me a socialist," Martin said with a smile.

"Because I question Jefferson and the unscientific Frenchmen who informed his mind, does not make me a socialist.

Believe me, Mr.Morse, you are far nearer socialism than I who am its avowed enemy." "Now you please to be facetious," was all the other could say.
"Not at all.