Now think of this poor man.

He had a clerkship in a mill, and received a salary of disgraceful smallness; he never knew what it was to be free of anxiety.

The laws of political economy will have it so, says my husband; if Mr.Hood refused, there were fifty other men ready to take the place.

He couldn't have lived at all, it seems, but that he owned a house in another town, which brought him a few pounds a year.

I can't talk of such things with patience.
Here's my husband offering himself as a Liberal candidate for Dunfield at the election coming on.