“Jurgis, without a word, lifts Ona in his arms, and strides out with her, and she sinks her head upon his shoulder with a moan. When he reaches home he is not sure whether she has fainted or is asleep, but when he has to hold her with one hand while he unlocks the door he sees that she has opened her eyes.

'You shall not go to Smith's today, little one,' he whispers, as he climbs the stairs; and she catches his arm in terror, gasping: 'No! No! I dare not! It will ruin us!'

But he answers her again: 'Leave it to me; leave it to me. I will earn more money--I will work harder.'”

The Jungle, Upton Sinclair