It wants but a word--but a word from you--to bring them all together.

Even the middle sort of people are restless--unhappy.
"They are not telling you the things that are happening.

The people will not go back to their drudgery--they refuse to be disarmed.

Ostrog has awakened something greater than he dreamt of--he has awakened hopes." His heart was beating fast.

He tried to seem judicial, to weigh considerations.
"They only want their leader," she said.
"And then ?" "You could do what you would;--the world is yours." He sat, no longer regarding her.