I wouldn't come out lookin' so." "I should die if I didn't have something to work for.

That's the difference between being a worker and a slave," said the other girl, simply.

"Poor Eva!" "Well, it was a pretty young one," said the first girl.
"Looks to me as if Eva Loud's skirt was comin' off," said the pretty girl.

She pressed close to Jim Tenny with a familiar air of proprietorship as she spoke, but the young man did not seem to heed her.

He was looking over his bench at the figure on the street below, and his heavy black eyebrows were scowling, and his mouth set.
Jim Tenny was handsome after a swarthy and grimy fashion, for the tint of the leather seemed to have become absorbed into his skin.
His black mustache bristled roughly, but his face was freer than usual from his black beard-stubble, because the day before had been Sunday and he had shaved.