Did she think him a young lady?
His wrist had had plenty of drudgery for fifteen years past; it was now as strong as the iron implements it had been so long in contact with.

She was right though; a gentleman who had never forged a rivet or a bolt, and who would try to show off with his five pound hammer, would find himself precious stiff in the course of a couple of hours.

It did not seem much, but a few years of it often did for some very strong fellows.

During this conversation the other workmen were also hammering away all together.

Their tall shadows danced about in the light, the red flashes of the iron that the fire traversed, the gloomy recesses, clouds of sparks darted out from beneath the hammers and shone like suns on a level with the anvils.