"The interests prevail!" "Looks like it," said Sharon, and he, too, laughed dryly.
"If you would only try to get our point of view," broke in Harvey D."We feel--" He was superbly silenced by Merle, who in his best _New Dawn_ manner exposed the real truth.

The dollar trembled on its throne, the fat bourgeoisie--he spared a withering glance for Sharon, who was the only fat Whipple in the world--would resort to brutal force to silence those who saw the truth and were brave enough to speak it out.
"It's the age-old story," he went on, again sweeping the lock of hair from before his flashing glance.

"Privilege throttles truth where it can.

I should have expected nothing else; I have long known there was no soil here that would nourish our ideals.

I couldn't long hope for sympathy from mere exploiters of labour.