Upton Sinclair

“ Is it reasonable to think the older people are all wrong, and only you are right? Isn't it at least possible you're making a mistake? Think about it--honestly, Hal, for my sake!"
She was looking at him pleadingly; and he leaned forward and took her hand. "Jessie," he said, his voice trembling, "I _know_ that these working people are oppressed; I know it, because I have been one of them! And I know that such men as Peter Harrigan, and even my own brother, are to blame! And they've got to be faced by some one--they've got to be made to see! ”

“ She was gazing at him with her wide-open, beautiful eyes; underneath her protests and her terror, she was thrilling with awe at this amazing madman she loved. "They will _kill_ you!" she cried.
"No, dearest--you don't need to worry about that--I don't think they'll kill me."
"But they shot at you!"
"No, they shot at Joe Smith, a miner's buddy. They won't shoot at the son of a millionaire--not in America, Jessie." ”

“ And you see what I was able to do in this case--to get the mine open."
"Hal," she exclaimed, "I can't understand you! You've become so cynical, you don't believe in any one! You're quite convinced that these officials meant to murder their working people! As if Mr. Harrigan would let his mines be run that way!"
"Mr. Harrigan, Jessie? He passes the collection plate at St. George's! That's the only place you've ever seen him, and that's all you know about him."
"I know what everybody says, Hal! Papa knows him, and my brothers--yes, your own brother, too! ”