He would have pegged there through a revolution.
Jerome's eyes would gleam with responsive fire when his uncle, his splendid forehead flushing and swelling with turbid veins, said, in that dry voice of his, which seemed to gain in force without being raised into clamor: "What right has one man with the whole purse, while another has not a penny in his pocket?
What right has one with the whole loaf, while another has a crumb?
What right has one man with half the land in the village, while another can hardly make shift to earn his grave ?" Ozias would pause a second, then launch out with new ardor, as if Jerome had advanced an opposite argument.

"Born with property, are they--inherited property?
One man comes into the world with the gold all earned, or stolen--don't matter which--waiting for him.

Shoes all made for him, no peggin' for other folks; carpets to walk on, sofas to lay on, china dishes to eat off of.

Everything is all complete; don't make no odds if he's a fool, don't make no odds if he 'ain't no more sense of duty to his fellow-beings than a pig, it's all just as it should be.

Everybody is cringin' an' bowin' an' offerin' a little more to the one that's got more than anybody else.