"And when my boy Sid do come home a corpse, I hope you'll come to the funeral, sir." "What a raven!" said Lucy, as Widow Anne toddled away in the direction of the one public-house in Gartley village.
"I don't wonder that the late Mr.Bolton laid her out with a flat-iron.
To slay such a woman would be meritorious." "I wonder how she came to be the mother of Sidney," said Miss Kendal reflectively, as they resumed their walk, "he's such a clever, smart, and handsome young man." "I think Bolton owes everything to the Professor's teaching and example, Lucy," replied her lover.

"He was an uncouth lad, I understand, when your step-father took him into the house six years ago.

Now he is quite presentable.

I shouldn't wonder if he married Mrs.Jasher." "H'm! I rather think Mrs.Jasher admires the Professor." "Oh, he'll never marry her.

If she were a mummy there might be a chance, of course, but as a human being the Professor will never look at her." "I don't know so much about that, Archie.