I offered good advice to you.
I think it is wrong that you should go on, when everybody else has left off long ago.

But perhaps your father makes you." "Father is a just man," said young Tugwell, drawing up his own integrity; "now and then he may take a crooked twist, or such like; but he never goeth out of fair play to his knowledge.

He hath a-been hard upon me this day; but the main of it was to check mother of her ways.
You understand, miss, how the women-folk go on in a house, till the other women hear of it.

And then out-of-doors they are the same as lambs." "It is most ungrateful and traitorous of you to your own mother to talk so.

Your mother spoils you, and this is all the thanks she gets! Wait till you have a wife of your own, Master Daniel!" "Wait till I am dead then I may, Miss Dolly," he answered, with a depth of voice which frightened her for a moment; and then he smiled and said, "I beg your pardon," as gracefully as any gentleman could say it; "but let me see you safe to your own gate; there are very rough people about here now, and the times are not quite as they used to be, when we were a-fighting daily." He followed her at a respectful distance, and then ran forward and opened the white gate.