Well, the time will come, I tell ye, the time will come." "We sha'n't see it," said Joe Atkins.
"It may come sooner than you think," said Nahum.

Then Nahum Beals, with a sudden access of bitterness, broke in.

"Look at Norman Lloyd," he cried, "havin' that great house, and horses and carriages, and dressin' like a dude, and his wife rustlin' in silks so you can hear her comin' a mile off, and shinin' like a jeweller's window--look at 'em all--all the factory bosses--livin' like princes on the money we've earned for 'em; and look at their relations, and look at the rich folks that ain't never earned a cent, that's had money left 'em.

Go right up and down the Main Street, here in this city.

See the Lloyds and the Maguires and the Marshalls and the Risleys and the Lennoxes--" "There ain't none of the Lennoxes left except that one woman," said Andrew.
"Well, look at her.