But there's no accounting for a man's notions; only, this I say, and I do say it, Nic Sedgett, he's at the bottom of any mischief brewed against you down here.

And last night Stephen Bilton, or somebody, declared that Nic Sedgett had been seen up at Fairly." "Selling eggs, mother.

Why shouldn't he?
We mustn't complain of his getting an honest livelihood." "He's black-blooded, Robert; and I never can understand why the Lord did not make him a beast in face.

I'm told that creature's found pleasing by the girls." "Ugh, mother, I'm not." "She won't have you, Robert ?" He laughed.

"We shall see to-day." "You deceiving boy!" cried the widow; "and me not know it's Mrs.Lovell you're going to meet! and would to heaven she'd see the worth of ye, for it's a born lady you ought to marry." "Just feel in my pockets, mother, and you won't be so ready with your talk of my marrying.