The Life and Adventures of Michael Armstrong, the Factory Boy

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Page 317 - Circumstances over which (to use a thoroughly authorised expression) she had no control — for in truth they had preceded her birth — had rendered her own country less dear to her than it is to most others ; and she therefore not only determined to plant herself elsewhere, but to do so in such a manner as would enable her to make her new abode her home in the best sense of the word ; and this could only be done by giving " Ample room and verge enough" to make it the home of others also.
Page 91 - Most miserable, indeed, had been her state of mind for the last few months ; from the day of her painful, but useless visit to Miss Brotherton, her eyes had been, in a great degree, opened to the hard and avaricious nature of her father's character. Like a person excluded from the light of the sun, and seeing only by the delusive glare of an unsteady lamp, Martha had passed her whole life in mistaking the nature and the value of almost every object around her. The language of Mary Brotherton had...
Page 264 - There's a dead body walking about the room !" he ejaculated in an unnatural and frightful accent. " He is come for me ! and I must go !" The shriek which followed these words was terrible. In a minute or two he spoke again, but almost in a whisper. "One? No ! — it is not one, it is five hundred ! Take them ! — take them away from me, I tell you ! They are all dirty, beastly factory-children. Their arms and legs are all broken and smashed, and hanging by bits of skin. Take them away...
Page 120 - Economists will tell you that the State Thrives by the forfeiture — unfeeling thought, And false as monstrous! Can the mother thrive By the destruction of her innocent sons In whom a premature necessity Blocks out the forms of nature, preconsumes The reason, famishes the heart, shuts up The infant Being in itself, and makes Its very spring a season of decay!
Page 263 - One ? No ! — it is not one, it is five hundred ! Take them ! — take them away from me, I tell you ! They are all dirty, beastly factory-children. Their arms and legs are all broken and smashed, and hanging by bits of skin. Take them away, I tell you, Crockley ! Their horrid joints will drop upon me ! They are dangling and loose, I tell you !" And then again he shouted with so fearful a cry, that even Parsons pressed his hands upon his ears to save them from the sound.
Page 56 - What is the matter with him?" said Miss Brotherton, addressing the little girl. "He be worked down," replied the child, sobbing. "We have been at long hours for four weeks, and Dick couldn't stand it -- father have carried him to and from mill for a week -- but he couldn't stand it. Mother said, when we started, that he looked as if he'd never come back alive; but he'd have had to pay double fine if so be as father had left him to bide at home, so he carried him to mill; but though they strapped...

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