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 Rh sell their time and their lives to eternal toil, for one cent per hour? Have not hundreds of your sisters and mine, crushed down to deep, dark, damning infamy, because their bodies would sell for nameless purposes, when honest industry will not secure them daily bread?"

'There is not rain enough in the sweet heavens' to wash out the crimes of the nations against the poor. And in view of such things, one feels like exclaiming with the poet: