I wonder who yer take after?
Not after yer mother.

She is clean an' wholesome.

Any other woman would take an interest in my business, an' be a help to a man; but you're like a millstone round my neck.

I thought I'd done with Cardigan Street, an' the silly loafers I grew up with, but s'elp me Gawd, when I married you I married Cardigan Street.

I could put up with yer want of brains--you don't want much brains ter git through this world--but it's yer nasty, sulky temper, an' yer bone idleness.