I am a very hard-hearted woman, I suppose, but I don't believe I should lift up my little finger to save Henry from prison.

Besides, I hate the British and Imperial Granaries." "Why ?" he asked.
"I hate the principle of gambling in commodities that are necessary for the poor," she answered.

"I don't pretend to be a philanthropist, or charitable, or anything of that sort.

I am wrapped up in my own life and its unhappiness.

At the same time, I would never receive as a friend any one who indulged in that sort of speculation." He looked at her thoughtfully, for once without that absorbing personal interest which had sprung up like a flame in his life.