She's the hired help over at St.Ingram's.
She went there to work after you went away." "Don't try to fool me," trembled Hoskins.

"Don't! My wife's dead, and now I've got to go and pay the penalty of a crime I never meant to commit." "What you need, Ed," observed the Overseer of the Poor, "is a bath, a couple of square meals, a little daylight, and a freight load of common horse sense.

Come out of this place.

We'll take you to your wife, and you'll find that she's very much alive, and heart-broken over your running away from her.

She's fretting because she thinks her own conduct made you run away from her." "I guess we don't belong here," murmured Dick to his chums.