“'But the people choose their own rulers,' remarked Errington reflectively.
'Ah, the poor people!' sighed Thelma. 'They know so very little, and they are taught so badly! I think they never do quite understand what they do want — they are the same in all histories — like little children, they get bewildered and frightened in any trouble, and the wisest heads are needed to think for them. It is, indeed, most cruel to make them puzzle out all difficulty for themselves!'”
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