Mary's child, my own Mary's child, and I'm not to see her! But, Thorne, I tell you what; I will see her.

I'll go over to her, I'll go to Greshamsbury, and tell her who I am, and what I can do for her.

I tell you fairly I will.

You shall not keep her away from those who belong to her, and can do her a good turn.

Mary's daughter; another Mary Scatcherd! I almost wish she were called Mary Scatcherd.
Is she like her, Thorne?
Come tell me that; is she like her mother." "I do not remember her mother; at least not in health." "Not remember her! ah, well.