I knew what 'ud come of it, don't tell me I didn't.

That very night as he come 'ome an' told me what had 'appened, there was a cold shiver run over me.

I told him as it was the worst news ever come into our 'ouse, and now see if I wasn't right! He was angry with me 'cause I said it, an' who's a right to be angry now?
It's my belief as money's the curse o' this world; I never knew a trouble yet as didn't somehow come of it, either 'cause there was too little or else too much.

And Dick's gone an' done this?
And him with all his preachin' about rights and wrongs an' what not! Him as was always a-cryin' down the rich folks 'cause they hadn't no feelin' for the poor! What feeling's _he_ had, I'd like to know?
It's him as is rich now, an' where's the difference 'tween him and them as he called names?
No feelin' for the poor! An' what's Emma Vine?
Poor enough by now.

There's Jane as can't have not a week more to live, an' she a-nursin' her night an' day.