There was no way I could earn money, honestly or dishonestly.

And for her, buried in that Derbyshire village amongst the collieries, where there was scarcely a person who hadn't the taint of the place upon them--what chance was there for her?
There was nothing she could do, either.

I knew in my heart that we were both ready for evil things, if by evil things we could make our escape.

And we couldn't.

So we tried to lose ourselves in the only fields left for such as we.