"I've been vatchin' you," said the man. "I've been vatchin' you all tay."
"Have you?" Carrie was totally incurious.
"Yes, I'd think you'd be pretty tired of sooch foolishness."
"I am tired."
"You can't vin. If you go back it will be choost the same hell-mill it vas before."
"I suppose it would."
"Vell then"—his hands spread themselves in protest—"vhy don't you qvit? A pretty, strong girl like you could make loads of money fer herself."
Carrie was leaning against the factory wall. She did not move.
"How?" she asked.
"Vell, you hafn't got no odder trade, eh?"