Is the door locked?
Lock the door; I won't be seen when I speak of her.

Well, never mind whether she's handsome or not.

She isn't a lady; but she's my lady; she's the woman I could be proud of.

She sends me to the devil! I believe a woman 'd fall in love with her cheeks, they are so round and soft and kindly coloured.

Think me a fool; I am.