But that's neither here nor there, sir.
That chalk-faced girl has bought you away from me with her money, and now I mean to have my share on't." "Oh, if that is all," said Richard, "we can soon settle it.

I was afraid you were going to talk about a broken heart, and all that stuff.
You are a good, sensible girl; and too beautiful to want a husband long.

I'll give you fifty pounds to forgive me." "Fifty pounds!" said Mary Wells, contemptuously.

"What! when you promised me I should be your wife to-day, and lady of Huntercombe Hall by-and-by?
Fifty pounds! No; not five fifties." "Well, I'll give you seventy-five; and if that won't do, you must go to law, and see what you can get." "What, han't you had your bellyful of law?
Mind, it is an unked thing to forswear yourself, and that is what you done at the 'sizes.

I have seen what you did swear about your letter to my sister; Sir Charles have got it all wrote down in his study: and you swore a lie to the judge, as you swore a lie to me here under heaven, you villain!" She raised her voice very loud.