He has waited fourteen, or eighteen, or twenty years already! 'But you're not all factory hands here.

I see a good many lads I know come from the country--from the farms up Kinder or Edale way.

Well, I don't know so much about your ways as I do about mills; but I know some, and I can guess some.

_You_ are not shut up all day with the roar of the machines in your ears, and the cotton-fluff choking your lungs.

You have to live harder, perhaps.
You've less chances of getting on in the world; but I declare to you, if you're bad and godless--as some of you are--I think there's a precious sight less excuse for you than there is for the mill-hands!' And with a startling vehemence, greater by far than he had shown in the case of the mill-workers, he threw himself on the vices and the callousness of the field-labourers.