I shall have to tell Emma, I suppose, and a nice thing too!' The old woman had begun to quiver; her hands shook by her sides, her very features trembled with gathering indignation.
'Dick has gone an' done this ?' she stammered.

'He's gone an' broke his given word?
He's deceived that girl as trusted to him an' couldn't help herself ?' 'Now, mother, don't take on so! You're going to make yourself ill.

It can't be helped.

He says he shall send Emma money just the same.' 'Money! There you've hit the word; it's money as 'as ruined him, and as 'll be the ruin of us all.

Send her money! What does the man think she's made of?
Is all his feelings got as hard as money?
and does he think the same of every one else?
If I know Emma, she'll throw his money in his face.