She's the worthiest woman alive, and I don't shirk my duty.

Be quiet!' he bellowed at the alarum; 'I 'm coming.

Don't be in such a fright, my dear,' he admonished it as his wife, politely.

'Your hand'll take an hour to warm if you keep it out on the spring that sets the creature going.' He turned and informed his company: 'Her hand'll take an hour to warm.
Dear! how she runs ahead: d' ye hear?
That's the female tongue, and once off it won't stop.

And this contrivance for fetching me from my tower to her bed was my own suggestion, in a fit of generosity! Ireland all over! I must hurry and wash my hair, for she can't bear a perfume to kill a stink; she carries her charitable heart that far.