I shook my head: I could not see how poor people had the means of being kind; and then to learn to speak like them, to adopt their manners, to be uneducated, to grow up like one of the poor women I saw sometimes nursing their children or washing their clothes at the cottage doors of the village of Gateshead: no, I was not heroic enough to purchase liberty at the price of caste.
Además, hubiera tenido que acostumbrarme a hablar como ellos, adquirir sus modales, convertirme en una de aquellas mujeres pobres que yo veía cuidando de los niños y lavando la ropa a la puerta de las casas de Gateshead. No me sentí lo bastante heroica para adquirir mi libertad a tal precio.