Your father, young woman, desired--it was none of my suggestion--that I should insinuate myself into your good graces.

I will not conceal from you my plain opinion of your father's judgment in these matters.

I think him a fool." "Name o' thunder!" "Farmer, if you interrupt again I must ask you to get out.

Young woman, kindly listen while I make you a formal proposition of marriage.
My name, I have told you, is Zebedee Minards.

I was born by London Docks, but have neither home nor people.