"Well! If a man doesn't belong to th' Union, them as works next looms as orders not to speak to him--if he's sorry or ill it's a' the same; he's out o' bounds; he's none o' us; he comes among us, he works among us, but he's none o' us. I' some places them's fined who speaks to him. Yo' try that, miss; try living a year or two among them as looks away if yo' look at 'em; try working within two yards o' crowds o' men, who, yo' know, have a grinding grudge at yo' in their hearts--to whom if yo' say yo'r glad, not an eye brightens, nor a lip moves,--to whom if your heart's heavy, yo' can never say nought, because they'll ne'er take notice on your sighs or sad looks (and a man's no man who'll groan out loud 'bout folk asking him what's the matter?)--just yo' try that, miss--ten hours for three hundred days, and yo'll know a bit what the Union is."

'Well! If a man doesn't belong to th' Union, them as works next looms has orders not to speak to him. He's out o' bounds; he's none o' us; he works among us, but he's none o' us. In some places them's fined who speaks to him. Yo' try that, miss; try living a year or two among them as looks away if yo' look at 'em; to whom yo' can never say nought even when you're in trouble, because they'll ne'er take notice on your sad looks. Just yo' try that, miss, and yo'll know what th' Union is.'
