But the ladies, Mrs.Cloam, the ladies--it's them as takes our heads off." "Go 'long with you, Mr.Swipes! You are so disastrous at turning things.
And how much did he say you was to have this time?
Here's Jenny Shanks coming up the passage." "Well, he left it to myself; he have that confidence in me.

And little it is I should ever care to take, with the power of my own will, ma'am.
Why, the little brown jug, ma'am, is as much as I can manage even of our small beer now.

Ah! I know the time when I would no more have thought of rounding of my mouth for such small stuff than of your growing up, ma'am, to be a young woman with the sponsorship of this big place upon you.

Wonderful! wonderful! And only yesterday, as a man with a gardening mind looks at it, you was the prettiest young maiden on the green, and the same--barring marriage--if you was to encounter with the young men now." "Oh," said Mrs.Cloam, who was fifty, if a day, "how you do make me think of sad troubles, Mr.Swipes! Jenny, take the yellow jug with the three beef-eaters on it, and go to the third cask from the door--the key turns upside down, mind--and let me hear you whistle till you bring me back the key.

Don't tell me nonsense about your lips being dry.