"I see blood.

I hear cries of women and children.

I fall asleep and feel my fingers in his throat.

I wake and find them empty!" "Aha! I too," growled Malkarski.

"But patience, patience, brother!" "Malkarski," cried Portnoff, pausing in his walk, "I have suffered through this man in my country, in my people, in my family, in my heart!" "Aha!" ejaculated old Malkarski with fierce emphasis, "have you?
Do you know what suffering is?
But--yes, Portnoff, we must be patient yet." As he spoke he took on a dignity of manner and assumed an attitude of authority that Portnoff was quick to recognize.
"You speak truly," replied the latter gravely.