Ground down, living from hand to mouth, separated from their families in many cases they had had a bitter lot.

They had never had a chance to get away from their fate, and had to work till they dropped.

I tell you there is something wrong.

We don't do enough for the people that slave and toil for us.

We should take better care of them, we should not herd them together like cattle, and when we get rich, we should carry them along with us, and give them a part of our gains, for without them we would be as poor as they are." "Good, Harry I'm with you there," said voice behind him, and looking around, we saw Mr.Wood standing in the doorway, gazing down proudly at his step-son.
Mr.Harry smiled, and getting up, said, "Won't you have my chair, sir ?" "No, thank you; your mother wishes us to come to tea.