But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind?
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
But evil is wrought by want of thought as well as want of heart!
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear! And flesh and blood so cheap!