"Aw, I tell you this, then: I don't like what I see here, an' I like it less an' less ivry day." "What don't you like, Patsy ?" asked the other quizzically.
"I don't like the way the old fella watches that child he calls his wife.

I don't like the young fella bein' the cause of the old man's watchin'." "What has happened?
What has he done ?" asked the Young Doctor a little anxiously.
"Divils me own, it isn't what he's done; it's his bein' here.

It's his bein' what he is.

It doesn't need doin' to bring wild youth together.
Look at her, y'r anner! A week ago she was like wan that 'd be called to the Land of Canaan anny minnit.

Wasn't you here tendin' her, as if she was steppin' intil her grave, an' look at her now! She's like a rose in the garden, like a lark's lilt in the air.