Henry Seton Merriman, Tomaso's Fortune, and Other Stories… (1904)
“ For a man of education it was exile—no newspapers, no passing travellers at the Café. The nearest town was twenty miles away over the Sierra Nevada, and Malaga—the paved Paradise of his rural dreams—forty rugged miles to the south. No wonder he was a democrat, this disappointed man. In a Republic, now, such as his father had schemed for in the forties, he would have succeeded. A Republic, it must be remembered, being a community in which every man is not only equal, but superior to his neighbour.“You don't know?”“No,” answered the Mule, with a dull look of shame at his own faint-heartedness. ”
