"An execution! what's that?"
"A warrant to take all your goods."
"My goods!" said the poor woman, looking round her with a melancholy smile. "Why I have nothing but what few things you see in this room. You surely wouldn't take those."
"I'll take all I can get."
"And leave me here with the bare walls."
"No, no! you walk out of this to-morrow."
"In the depth of winter! You cannot be so hardhearted."
"We shall see that."
"I care not for myself; but what is to become of these poor children?"
"Send 'em to work in the factory."