1 Yes, she's been selling papers, too.
2 They never sell the houses without interest.
3 When people are starving," the other continued, "and they have anything with a price, they ought to sell it, I say.
4 Then again, consider the waste of time and energy required to sell these things in a dozen stores, where one would do.
5 Here in this city to-night ten thousand women are shut up in foul pens, and driven by hunger to sell their bodies to live.
6 Although Jurgis did not understand it all, he knew enough by this time to realize that it was not supposed to be right to sell your vote.
7 So one morning they were given a quarter apiece and a roll with a sausage in it, and, with their minds top-heavy with good advice, were sent out to make their way to the city and learn to sell newspapers.
8 Not only did he own the dump, but he owned the brick factory as well, and first he took out the clay and made it into bricks, and then he had the city bring garbage to fill up the hole, so that he could build houses to sell to the people.
9 Among these are Jokubas Szedvilas and his wife, Lucija, who together keep the delicatessen store, and consume nearly as much as they sell; they are too fat to dance, but they stand in the middle of the floor, holding each other fast in their arms, rocking slowly from side to side and grinning seraphically, a picture of toothless and perspiring ecstasy.
10 Beneath the hundred thousand women of the elite are a million middle-class women, miserable because they are not of the elite, and trying to appear of it in public; and beneath them, in turn, are five million farmers' wives reading 'fashion papers' and trimming bonnets, and shop-girls and serving-maids selling themselves into brothels for cheap jewelry and imitation seal-skin robes.'