Why, ask yourselves, have I set up my workshop in such a place as this--by choice?
It takes a stout heart to work here, I can tell you, and a stout heart to sleep here over dead bones." "I see it all.

The Trades Unions!" "That is it.

So, now, there are only two ways.

You must promise me never to breathe a word to any living soul, or I must give up my livelihood, and leave the country." "What can not you trust me?
Oh, Mr.Little!" "No, no; it's this gentleman.

He is a stranger to me, you know; and, you see, my life may be at stake, as well as my means." "Mr.Coventry is a gentleman, and a man of honor.