"The common cause advances throughout the world in all the cities.
There's no measuring the power of the good people. It keeps growing
and growing, and it will grow until the hour of our victory, until
the resurrection of truth."
Her voice flowed on evenly, the words came to her readily, and she
quickly strung them, like bright, varicolored beads, on strong
threads of her desire to cleanse her heart of the blood and filth
of that day. She saw that the three people were as if rooted to
the spot where her speech found them, and that they looked at her
without stirring. She heard the intermittent breathing of the woman
sitting by her side, and all this magnified the power of her faith
in what she said, and in what she promised these people.
"All those who have a hard life, whom want and injustice crush--it's
the rich and the servitors of the rich who have overpowered them.
The whole people ought to go out to meet those who perish in the
dungeons for them, and endure mortal torture. Without gain to
themselves they show where the road to happiness for all people
lies. They frankly admit it is a hard road, and they force no one
to follow them. But once you take your position by their side you
will never leave them.
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