Dividends Paid in Blood
They never see the blessed sunshine. They die like flies. The dividends are paid out of their blood. And out of the dividends magnificent churches are builded in New England, wherein your kind preaches pleasant platitudes to the sleek, full-bellied recipients of those dividends.
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Context: Ernest challenges a bishop over child labor in the Southern cotton mills.
Not in a duel yet
Source: Chapter II