I want to be what you patently are, an American.

That is why I risked life a hundred times in coming all these miles, why I sit in this chair before you, with the room rocking because they battered in my head.

I do not offer a human wreck, an illiterate mind, in exchange for citizenship.

I bring a tolerably decent manhood.
Try me! Always I have admired you people.

Always we Russians have.
But there is no Russia now that I can ever return to!" Hawksley's head drooped again and his bloodshot eyes closed.
Cutty sensed confusion, indecision; all his deductions were upset in the face of this strange appeal.