The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 26 Page 12

conditions under which the masses were writhing, and against which they were crying out. He saw that it was only by the earnest efforts of the few who did understand — the few who were not indifferent — that the stability of English government was still her glory.

At last he rose and lifted his arms high above his head, then dropped them to his side. “I see.” He held up his head and looked off as he had done when he stood on the prow of the steamship, with the salt breeze tossing his hair. “A little of this came to me as I crossed the ocean, when I saw the green slopes of England again. I knew I loved her, and the old feeling of impotence that hounded me in the past, when I could do nothing but rebel, slipped from me. I felt what it might be to have power — to become effective instead of