But to think of a niece o' mine being cause o' my husband's being turned out of his farm, and me brought him no fortin but my savin's----" "Nay, dear Aunt Rachel," said Dinah gently, "you've no cause for such fears.

I've strong assurance that no evil will happen to you and my uncle and the children from anything I've done.

I didn't preach without direction." "Direction! I know very well what you mean by direction," said Mrs.
Poyser, knitting in a rapid and agitated manner.

"When there's a bigger maggot than usual in your head you call it 'direction'; and then nothing can stir you--you look like the statty o' the outside o' Treddles'on church, a-starin' and a-smilin' whether it's fair weather or foul.

I hanna common patience with you." By this time the two gentlemen had reached the palings and had got down from their horses: it was plain they meant to come in.