But the little gray man's eyes were bright and quick to-night.
"Boris, what is it you want ?" "To talk"-- surprised at this unexpected outburst.
"No, no.

I mean, what is it all about--these killings, these burnings ?" Karlov was ready at all times to expound the theories that appealed to his dark yet simple mind--humanity overturned as one overturned the sod in the springtime to give it new life.
"To give the proletariat what is his." "Ha!" said the little man on the cot.

"What is his ?" "That which capitalism has taken away from him." "The proletariat.

The lowest in the human scale--and therefore the most helpless.

They shall rule, say you.