I 'ope it's niver your lot to 'ave a 'usband with thousan's in the bank, an' too mean ter keep a servant.

'Ere am I from mornin' ter night, slavin' an' drudgin', an' me with a leg that bad I can 'ardly stand on it.

I'll just show yer wot state I'm in.

It's breakin' out all over.

Me blood's that bad fer want of proper food an' nourishment." She began to unfasten a dirty bandage below her knee.
Clara turned her head in disgust.