Ther isn't many things _ee's_ got to liven him up; an' ee takes 'is chances o' goin' to jail--it's wuth it, ee thinks." The old man's hands on his stick shook more and more visibly.

Bygones of his youth had come back to him.
"Oh, I know! I know!" cried Marcella, with an accent half of indignation, half of despair.

"It's the whole wretched system.

It spoils those who've got, and those who haven't got.

And there'll be no mending it till the _people_ get the land back again, and till the rights on it are common to all." "My! she do speak up, don't she ?" said Mrs.Jellison, grinning again at her companions.