Have you ever been in a factory, Miss Vinrace!--No, I suppose not--I may say I hope not." As for Rachel, she had scarcely walked through a poor street, and always under the escort of father, maid, or aunts.
"I was going to say that if you'd ever seen the kind of thing that's going on round you, you'd understand what it is that makes me and men like me politicians.

You asked me a moment ago whether I'd done what I set out to do.

Well, when I consider my life, there is one fact I admit that I'm proud of; owing to me some thousands of girls in Lancashire--and many thousands to come after them--can spend an hour every day in the open air which their mothers had to spend over their looms.

I'm prouder of that, I own, than I should be of writing Keats and Shelley into the bargain!" It became painful to Rachel to be one of those who write Keats and Shelley.

She liked Richard Dalloway, and warmed as he warmed.