He'll give her money!--has he got the face to say it?
Nay, don't talk to me, girl; I'll say what I think if it's the last I speak in this world.

Don't let him come to me! Never a word again shall he have from me as long as I live.
He's disgraced himself, an' me his mother, an' his father in the grave.
A poor girl as couldn't help herself, as trusted him an' wouldn't hear not a word against him, for all he kep' away from her in her trouble.
I'd a fear o' this, but I wouldn't believe it of Dick; I wouldn't believe it of a son o' mine.

An' 'Arry 'll go the same way.

It's all the money, an a curse go with all the money as ever was made! An' you too, Alice, wi' your fine dresses, an' your piannerin', an' your faldedals.
But I warn you, my girl.

There 'll no good come of it.