Really, George, can't you do better than that ?" "Better than what ?" he demanded.
"Better than telling such palpable lies," she said.

"Better than crawling out windows instead of using your doors like a man; better than being the most shiftless farmer of your neighbourhood in the daytime, because you have spend most of your nights, God and probably all Walden know how.

The flask and ready money I never could understand give me an inkling." "Anything else ?" he asked, sneeringly.
"Nothing at present," said Kate placidly.

"I probably could find plenty, if I spent even one night in Walden when you thought I was asleep." "Go if you like," he said.

"If you think I'm going to stay here, working like a dog all day, year in and year out, to support a daughter of the richest man in the county and her kids, you fool yourself.