Old Tom looked full in her face, and bawled out: 'Deuce take it.

Are you a woman ?' 'I have borne three girls and one boy,' said Mrs.Mel.
'What sort of a husband ?' 'He is dead.' 'Ha! that's an opening, but 'tain't an answer.

I'm off to Beckley on a marriage business.

I 'm the son of a cobbler, so I go in a donkey-cart.
No damned pretences for me.

I'm going to marry off a young tailor to a gal he's been playing the lord to.