She forgot it was no letter of hers, and made to open it, and then she fell a-trembling and saying she durst not read it, for you never knew whether the first words might not break your heart.

The envelope was red where her lips had touched it, and yet she had an innocent look beneath the paint.

When he took the letter from her, though, she called him a low, vulgar fellow for presuming to address a lady.

She worked herself into a fury, and said far worse than that; a perfect guller of clarty language came pouring out of her.

He had heard women curse many a time without turning a hair, but he felt wae when she did it, for she just spoke it like a bairn that had been in ill company.
The smith's wife, Suphy, who had joined the company, thought that men were easily taken in, especially smiths.