You cramped yourself into it, if it were a question of cramping.

Why should not I ?" "Sometimes it was not big enough, Moll," he answered.

"Sometimes it was sore cramping, and at other times it was big enough to contain the heaven and all the stars.

Perhaps the ambition I flung away for myself I keep for you.

I would not have you at microscopic work all your days." So it was settled.