She ain't there now, Darvell.

She's somewhere else now.

That's what your master is, Darvell.
You'll have to look out for a place, because your master'll be in quod before long.

How much is it they gets for bigamy, Jack?
Three years at the treadmill;--that's about it.

But I pities the young lady and the poor little bastard.' What was he to do?
A sense of what was fitting for his wife rather than for himself forbade him to fly at the man and take him by the throat.
And now, of course, the wretched story would be told through all Cambridgeshire.