"How do you dare to-- ?" "Dare?
Because my heart bids me.

And where it bids, I care not for conventions or consequences!" He flung his hand out with a splendid gesture, his head high, his eyes lustrous in the half-light of the cell.
"Where it leads, I have to follow.

That is why I am a Socialist! That is why I am here, today, outcast and execrated, a prisoner, in danger of long years of living death in the pestilential tomb of some foul penitentiary!" "You're here because--because you are a Socialist ?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Yes," said he.

"I tried to help a suffering, outcast woman--or one who posed as such.

And she betrayed me to my enemies.