Why did I make myself a tradesman?
Why did I enter Hunsden's house this evening?
Why, at dawn to-morrow, must I repair to Crimsworth's mill?
All that night did I ask myself these questions, and all that night fiercely demanded of my soul an answer.

I got no sleep; my head burned, my feet froze; at last the factory bells rang, and I sprang from my bed with other slaves..