Oh, poor Eva, poor Eva! Albert Riggs told me there were awful things done with the State poor in the asylums.
He's been an attendant in one.

He says we've got to pay eighteen dollars a week if we want to have her cared for decently, and where's the money comin' from ?" Fanny raised her voice higher still.
"Where's the money comin' from ?" she demanded, with an impious inflection.

It was as if she questioned that which is outside of, and the source of, life.

Everything with this woman, whose whole existence had been bound and tainted by the need of money, resolved itself into that fundamental question.

All her woes hinged upon it; even her misery was deteriorated by mammon.
"Where's the money comin' from ?" she demanded again.