It's a squalid hole.

Six months ago, when I got my seventy-five hundred a year, I thought I was rich.

Rich?
Why, that woman there has ten years' salary on her hair.

All the money I and my whole family ever saw wouldn't pay for the rings on any one of a hundred hands here.

It makes me mad and it makes me greedy." "'I warned you," said Arkwright.
Craig wheeled on him.