Harvey Anderson.
Bully for you, sister!
The Woman.
Don't you dare come home.
We ain't starved with you, you to sell yourself.
Wes Dicey.
It's either go back, boys, or we'll be tramps.
Harvey Anderson.
There's thousands of them off there good as you.
You'd sell your soul to Egerton for bread.
They keep theirs and go round the back door.
Voice.
(From the crowd)