His blood had not been paid for in order that a larger dividend might be paid.

And I knew a score of happy complacent families that had received those dividends and by that much had profited by Jackson's blood.

If one man could be so monstrously treated and society move on its way unheeding, might not many men be so monstrously treated?
I remembered Ernest's women of Chicago who toiled for ninety cents a week, and the child slaves of the Southern cotton mills he had described.

And I could see their wan white hands, from which the blood had been pressed, at work upon the cloth out of which had been made my gown.

And then I thought of the Sierra Mills and the dividends that had been paid, and I saw the blood of Jackson upon my gown as well.