They are nicely adapted machines for experimenting on the question, 'Into how little space a human soul can be crushed ?' I have seen some souls so compressed that they would have fitted into a small thimble, and found room to move there--wide room.

A woman who has been for many years in one of those places carries the mark of the beast on her till she dies, though she may expand a little afterward, when she breathes in the free world." "Were you miserable ?" he asked, looking at her with quick anxiety.
"I ?--no.

I am never miserable and never happy.

I wish I were.

But I should have run away from the place on the fourth day, and hired myself to the first Boer-woman whose farm I came to, to make fire under her soap-pot, if I had to live as the rest of the drove did.