As she concluded with these words, she seemed to grow taller, nobler, more inspired and commanding,--and while the applause was yet shaking the rafters of the hall, she left the platform. Shouts of “Lotys! Lotys!” rang out again and again with passionate bursts of cheering,--and in response to it she came back, and by a slight gesture commanded silence. “Dear friends, I thank you all for listening to me!” she said simply, her rich voice trembling a little; “I speak only with a woman’s impulse and unwisdom--just as I think and feel--and always out of my great love for you! As you all know, I have no interests to serve;--I am only Lotys, your own poor friend,--one who works with you, and dwells among you, seeing and sharing your hard lives, and wishing with all my heart that I could help you to be happier and freer! My life is at your service,--my love for you is all too great for any words to express,--and my gratitude for your faith and trust in me forms my daily thanksgiving! Now, dear children all,--for you are truly as children in your patience, submission and obedience to bitter destiny!--I will ask you to disperse quietly without noise or confusion, or any trouble that may give to the paid men of law ungrateful work to do;--and in your homes, think of me!--remember my words!--and while you maintain order by the steadiness and reasonableness of your difficult lives, still avoid and resent that slavish obedience to the yoke fastened upon you by capitalists,--who have no other comfort to offer you in poverty than the workhouse; and no other remedy for the sins into which you are thrust by their neglect, than the prison! Take, and keep the rights of your humanity!--the right to think,--the right to speak,--the right to know what is being done with the money you patiently earn for others;--and work, all together in unity. Put aside all petty differences,--all small rancours and jealousies; and even as a Ministry may unite to defraud and deceive you, so do you, the People, unite to expose the fraud, and reject the deception! There is no voice so resonant and convincing as the voice of the public; there is no power on earth more strong or more irresistible than the power of the People!” She stood for one moment more,--silent; her eyes brilliant, her face beautiful with inspired thought,--then with a quiet, half-deprecatory gesture, in response to the fresh outbreak of passionate cheering, she retired from the platform. Pasquin Leroy, whose eyes had been riveted on her from the first to the last word of her oration, now started as from a dream, and rose up half-unconsciously, passing his hand across his brow, as though to exorcise some magnetic spell that had crept over his brain. His face was flushed, his pulses were throbbing quickly. His companions, Max Graub and Axel Regor, looked at him inquisitively. The audience was beginning to file out of the hall in orderly groups. “What next?” said Graub; “Shall ye go?”