"And yet, until this day I did not know of your existence." "But I knew of yours," answered the storekeeper.

"Your agent hath an annoying trick of speech, and the overseers have caught it from him.

'Your master' this, and 'your master' that; in short, for ten years it hath been, 'Work, you dog, that your master may play!' Well, I have worked; it was that, or killing myself, or going mad.

I have worked for you in the fields, in the smithy, in this close room.

But when you bought my body, you could not buy my soul.