I am going up to London this afternoon; I am going to see the judge, and tell him all." "Don't you demean yourself to that fellow, missy.

It's him as left you in the lurch as soon as sorrow and shame came nigh you." He looked up at her now, for the first time; but she went on as if she had not noticed those wistful, weary eyes.
"Yes! I shall go to him.

I know who it is; and I am resolved.

After all, he may be better than a stranger, for real help; and I shall never remember any--anything else, when I think of you, good faithful friend." "He looks but a wizened old fellow in his grey wig.

I should hardly ha' known him.