Lor' bless yer, they'll best 'im.

I was a-sayin' it to Isabella this afternoon--ee'll not save 'is neck, don't you be afeared." Marcella drew herself up with a shiver of repulsion.
"Will it mend your daughter's grief to see another woman's heart broken?
Don't you suppose it might bring her some comfort, Mrs.Jellison, if she were to try and forgive that poor wretch?
She might remember that her husband gave him provocation, and that anyway, if his life is spared, his punishment and their misery will be heavy enough!" "Oh, lor' no!" said Mrs.Jellison, composedly.

"She don't want to be forgivin' of 'im.

Mr.Harden ee come talkin' to 'er, but she isn't one o' that sort, isn't Isabella.

I'm sartin sure she'll be better in 'erself when they've put 'im out o' the way.