I couldn't breathe now in a house like Maxwell Court.

The poor have come to mean to me the only people who really _live_, and really _suffer_.

I must live with them, work for them, find out what I can do for them.

You must give me up--you must indeed.

Oh! and you will! You will be glad enough, thankful enough, when--when--you know what I _am_!" He started at the words.