And others enjoy themselves and gormandize themselves with
our labor; and they hold us like dogs on chains, in ignorance. We
know nothing, and in terror we fear everything. Our life is night,
a dark night; it is a terrible dream. They have poisoned us with
strong intoxicating poison, and they drink our blood. They glut
themselves to corpulence, to vomiting--the servants of the devil of
greed. Is it not so?"
"It's so!" came a dull answer.
Back of the crowd the mother noticed the spy and two gendarmes.
She hastened to give away the last bundles; but when her hand
let itself down into the valise it met another strange hand.
"Take it, take it all!" she said, bending down.
A dirty face raised itself to hers, and a low whisper reached her:
"Whom shall I tell? Whom inform?"
She did not answer.
"In order to change this life, in order to free all the people,
to raise them from the dead, as I have been raised, some persons
have already come who secretly saw the truth in life; secretly,
because, you know, no one can say the truth aloud. They hunt you
down, they stifle you; they make you rot in prison, they mutilate
you. Wealth is a force, not a friend to truth.
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