The odds are too hard on us.

My lady ought to take into account I behaved respectful when I was obliged to do my lord's orders and remove her from our haunts, which wasn't to his taste.

Here I'm like a cannon for defending the house, needs be, and all inside flies off scarified.' 'It strikes me, Kit Ines, a man with a paytron is no better than a tool of a man,' said Madge.
'And don't you go to be sneering at honest tools,' Ines retorted.

'When will women learn a bit of the world before they're made hags of by old Father Wear-and-Tear! A young woman in her prime, you Madge! be such a fool as not see I serve tool to stock our shop.' 'Your paytron bid you steal off with my lady's child, Kit Ines, you'd do it to stock your shop.' Ines puffed.

'If you ain't a girl to wallop the wind! Fancy me at that game! Is that why my lady--but I can't be suspected that far?
You make me break out at my pores.