"Brute power of law and order, ma'am, if you'll allow me to remind you."
She uttered a little joyless laugh.
"Law and order! You'll excuse me for laughing, won't you? I've heard so much of them—"
"And you're likely to hear a lot more, if this is the way o' things."
"Oh, I expect to. They'll do me to death, as they'll do you, and as they do everyone else. Law and order are the golden images set up for us to bow down to and worship as gods; and we get the reward that's always dealt out to those who believe in falsehood."
Flynn appealed to both Jennie and Jackman.
"I never heard no one talk like that, whether dotty or sane."
"If it was real law and order," Lizzie continued, with the same passionless intonation, "that would be another thing. But it isn't. It's faked law and order. It's a plaster on a sore, meant to hide the ugly thing and not to heal it. It's to keep bad bad by pretending that it's good—"
"Ah, but bad as it is, ma'am," Flynn began to reason, "it's better than stealin'—now, isn't it?"
But Lizzie seemed ready for him here.