If I had a hand like that, I would think shame.

I tell you," he went on, with a sudden chuckle, "I swear by the mass I believe Hugh Ferryman took you for a maid." "Nay, never!" cried the other, colouring high.
"A' did, though, for a wager!" Dick exclaimed.

"Small blame to him.

Ye look liker maid than man; and I tell you more--y' are a strange-looking rogue for a boy; but for a hussy, Jack, ye would be right fair--ye would.
Ye would be well favoured for a wench." "Well," said Matcham, "ye know right well that I am none." "Nay, I know that; I do but jest," said Dick.

"Ye'll be a man before your mother, Jack.