Only we shall gradually reduce your wages.

Of course, we can't do without leaders--we don't want to do away with the captains of any industry, agricultural or manufacturing.

Only we think you overpaid.

You must be content with less." "Don't linger out the process," he said laughing, "otherwise it will be painful.

The people who are condemned to live in these houses before the Commune takes to them, while your graduated land and income taxes are slowly starving them out, will have a bad time of it." "Well, it will be your first bad time! Think of the labourer now, with five children, of school age, on twelve shillings a week--think of the sweated women in London." "Ah, think of them," he said in a different tone.
There was a pause of silence.
"No!" said Marcella, springing up.