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Rutherford and Son 243
you go with a workingman. . . . To-morrow you leave
my house. D ye understand? I ll have no light ways
under my roof. No one shall say I winked at it. You
can bide the night. To-morrow when I come in I m to
find ye gone. . . . Your name shan t be spoken in my
house . . . never again.
Janet. Oh, you ve no pity. ... I was thirty-six.
Gone sour. Nobody d ever come after me. Not even
when I was young. You took care o that. Half of my
life was gone, well-nigh all of it that mattered. . . .
Martin loves me honest. Don t you come near! Don t
you touch that! . . . You think that I m sorry you ve
found out you think you ve done for me when you use
shameful words on me and turn me out o your house.
You ve let me out o jail! Whatever happens to me
now, I shan t go on living as I lived here. Whatever
Martin s done, he s taken me from you. You ve ruined
my life, you with your getting on. I ve loved in wretch
edness, all the joy I ever had made wicked by the
fear o you. . . . Who are you? Who are you? A
man a man that takes power to himself, power to
gather people to him and use them as he wills a man
that d take the blood of life itself and put it into the
Works into Rutherfords . And what ha you got by it
what? You ve got Dick, that you ve bullied till he s a
fool John, that s waiting for the time when he can
sell what you ve done and you got me me to take
your boots off at night to well-nigh wish you dead
when I had to touch you. . . . Now! . . . Now you
know it!
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