Margaret Found That The Indifferent, Careless Conversations

Waiting Is Far More Difficult Than Doing.

Oh, Mr. Thornton, I Am Not Good Enough!' 'not Good Enough! Don't Mock My Own Deep Feeling Of Unworthiness.

No One Loves Me, - No One Cares For Me, But You, Mother.

Oh Dear! A Drunken Infidel Weaver! Said Mr. Hale To Himself.

But Margaret Went Less Abroad, Among Machinery And Men; Saw Less Of Power In Its Public Effect, And, As It Happened, She Was Thrown With One Or Two Of Those Who, In All Measures Affecting Masses Of People, Must Be Acute Sufferers For The Good Of Many. The Question Always Is, Has Everything Been Done To Make The Sufferings Of These Exceptions As Small As Possible?