There's not a girl in the village that doesn't run to look at them, and admire them, and wish them joy.

Ay, and you mark my words, they are young, but they have got a spirit, both of them.

Miss Mary, she looks you in the face like a lion and a dove all in one.

They may lead her, but they won't drive her.

And Walter, he's a Clifford from top to toe.
Nothing but death will part them two.