It seemed to radiate a promise of peace and protection.
"Nor will you be able to take pleasure in sackcloth," he said gravely.
"There are the jute mills, you know, and the same thing goes on there.
It goes on everywhere.

Our boasted civilization is based upon blood, soaked in blood, and neither you nor I nor any of us can escape the scarlet stain.

The men you talked with--who were they ?" I told him all that had taken place.
"And not one of them was a free agent," he said.

"They were all tied to the merciless industrial machine.

And the pathos of it and the tragedy is that they are tied by their heartstrings.