Then he remembered something that had fallen from Dr.Amboyne; and he turned to Grotait.

"What do you say to that, sir?
would you grind Death's scythe for him (at the list price) to thin the labor market ?" Grotait hesitated for once.

In his heart he went with the file-cutter: but his understanding encumbered him.
"Starvation," said he, "is as miserable a death as poisoning.

But why make a large question out of a small one, with rushing into generalities?
I really think you might let Mr.Little settle this matter with the individual workmen.

He has got a little factory, and a little crochet; he chooses to lengthen the lives of six file-cutters.