What would she do without me?
What should I do without her?
I should be free of the slavery of the factory; but I did not think of that.

I should have been glad to the bottom of my heart if I could have blotted out of my life all this new tragedy and gone back to the looms and spindles.

The factory seemed an awful place now that I was free, but it was familiar; and being free was awful, too; but I never once thought of going back.

I knew I could learn to drive the horses, and I knew I should stay with the captain who had flogged John Rucker.

I who had never thought of running away was just as much committed to the new life as if I had planned for it for years.