You undertake the labour of a slave in Egypt, and run the risk of a forlorn hope when you try to make a living wage in London as your own master.
The price of freedom in a free country is beyond the reach of most pockets.
The hour of six had rung out from the neighbouring clocks, yet this girl showed no signs of finishing her work.

From down in the street you could see her bent over the machine, her fingers pounding the keys--human hammers monotonously striving to beat out a pattern upon metal, a pattern that would never come.

The light from the green-shaded lamp above her, fell obliquely on her head.

It lit up her pale, golden hair like a sun-ray; it drew out the round, gentle curve of her face and threw it up against the darkness of the room beyond.

So well as it could, with its harsh methods, it made a picture.
One instinctively paused to look at it.