"Don't you let them worry you, my son.

They can't help but respect your manliness.

Indeed," she added, growing strangely bold for one so gentle, "must a man be a merchant whether he will or not?
And whenever you want to write about poor women, you do it.

They are mistreated; they are made wretched, and by just such men as Brooks, too.

What does he care for a woman's misery?
And your father's so blind that he doesn't see it.