"I should like to know who's to make you.

You ain't a slave.

No one need be a slave in this country--and don't you make yourself one." She paused, and with invincible and steady candour.
"The business isn't so bad," she went on.

"You've a comfortable home." She glanced all round the parlour, from the corner cupboard to the good fire in the grate.

Ensconced cosily behind the shop of doubtful wares, with the mysteriously dim window, and its door suspiciously ajar in the obscure and narrow street, it was in all essentials of domestic propriety and domestic comfort a respectable home.