"I feel like Robert, only more fierily. Let them meddle with Robert, or Robert's mill, or Robert's interests, and I shall hate them. At present I am no patrician, nor do I regard the poor around me as plebeians; but if once they violently wrong me or mine, and then presume to dictate to us, I shall quite forget pity for their wretchedness and respect for their poverty, in scorn of their ignorance and wrath at their insolence."
"Shirley, how your eyes flash!"
"Because my soul burns. Would you, any more than me, let Robert be borne down by numbers?"
"If I had your power to aid Robert, I would use it as you mean to use it. If I could be such a friend to him as you can be, I would stand by him, as you mean to stand by him, till death."

"I feel like Robert, only more fierily. Let them meddle with Robert, or Robert's mill, and I shall hate them. If once they violently wrong me or mine, I shall quite forget pity for their wretchedness."
"Shirley, how your eyes flash!"
"Because my soul burns. Would you let Robert be borne down by a mob?"
"If I had your power to aid Robert, I would use it as you mean to use it. If I could be such a friend to him as you can be, I would stand by him, as you mean to do, till death."
