He's one of the few that Lloyd's has hung on to when he's got older, and I thought to myself, good Lord, how that poor man must have loved his wife, and how he must love his children, to be willin' to turn himself into a machine like that for them.

He never takes a holiday unless he's forced into it; there he stands and cuts and cuts.

If I were his wife, I would die of shame and pity that I ever led him into it.

Do you think I would ever let a man turn himself into a machine for me, if I loved him?
I guess I wouldn't! And that's why, when I see a man of another sort that you won't have to break your own heart over, whether you marry him or not, payin' attention to you, I am glad.

It's a different thing, marriage with a man like Robert Lloyd, and a man like that would never think of me.