But they never use it.

The rich grind the poor for their luxuries with their eyes shut, and we grind each other for our daily bread with our eyes open.

I have got that woman's work.

I have struggled hard enough to get it, but, though I did not realize it, I might have known that I had only got on to the raft by pushing some one else off it." Rachel looked out across the miles of roofs which lay below her garret window.

The sound was in her ears of that great whirlpool wherein youth and beauty and innocence go down quick day by day.