I believe it would kill her.' The old gentleman shook silently.
'Do you want me to travel over the kingdom, hawking her for the daughter of a marquis ?' 'Now, don't joke, Tom.

I'm serious.

Are you not a Radical at heart?
Why do you make such a set against the poor women?
What do we spring from ?' 'I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall.' 'And I, Tom, don't care a rush who knows it.

Homo--something; but we never had much schooling.

We 've thriven, and should help those we can.
We've got on in the world...' 'Wife come back from Lymport ?' sneered Tom.
Andrew hurriedly, and with some confusion, explained that she had not been able to go, on account of the child.
'Account of the child!' his brother repeated, working his chin contemptuously.