They can't prove it's common: I'll defy 'em; the land's mine.

It no more belongs to the parish than it does to you or Tinker here.

I'll beat 'em, if it cost me a thousand guineas.

Look over the papers; you may if you like, my dear.

Do you write a good hand?
I'll make you useful when we're at Queen's Crawley, depend on it, Miss Sharp.