There she is without chick or child, rollin' in riches, and Norman Lloyd's her own brother-in-law.

Why don't she give him a little money to run the factory this winter, so you and me won't have to lose everythin' ?" "I suppose she's got a right to do as she pleases with her own," said Andrew.
"I tell you she ain't," shouted Nahum.

"She ain't the one to say, 'It's the Lord, and He's said it.' Cynthia Lennox and all the women like her are the oppressors of the poor.

They are accursed in the sight of the Lord, as were those women we read about in the Old Testament, with their mantles and crisping-pins.

Their low voices and their silk sweeps and their shrinkin' from touchin' shoulders with their fellow-beings in a crowd don't alter matters a mite." "Now, Nahum," cried Jim Tenny, with one of his sudden turns of base when his sense of humor was touched, "you don't mean to say that you want Cynthia Lennox to give you her money ?" "I'd die, and see her dead, before I'd touch a dollar of her money!" cried Nahum--"before I'd touch a dollar of her money or anything that was bought with her money, her money or any other rich person's.