If I didn't send a man up half-past five in the morning, when the ears begin to fill, there'd be nothing left for _us_.' 'Why don't you complain to the agent ?' I said.

'Complain! Lor' bless you, miss, you may complain till you're black in the face.

I've allus found--an' I've been here, man and boy, thirty-two year--as how _Winterbournes generally best it.'_ There you have the whole thing in a nutshell.

It's a tyranny--a tyranny of the rich." Flushed and sarcastic, she looked at Frank Leven; but Hallin had an uncomfortable feeling that the sarcasm was not all meant for him.

Aldous was sitting with his hands on his knees, and his head bent forward a little.