Her Terms
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Ebbutt, M. I. (Maud Isabel)
“The people starve, therefore the people go Thronging to you. I hear a cry come from them, And it is in my ears by night and day: And I would have five hundred thousand crowns, To find food for them till the dearth go by; And have the wretched spirits you have bought For your gold crowns, released, and sent to God. The soul that I would barter is my soul.”