She was a little body, with a pinched face and a sharp red nose, given to weeping upon every possible occasion, and as indulgently fond of her son Luke as she was afraid of her husband.

Since Luke's departure she had passed the better part of her time in tears.
"Now," said Roy, going up to her with authority, and drawing her apart, "what's this as is up with you ?" She looked round her, and shuddered.
"Oh, law!" cried she, with a moan.

"Don't you begin to ask, Giles, or I shall be fit to die." "Do you know anything about this matter, or don't you ?" cried he savagely.

"Did you see anything ?" "What should I be likely to see of it ?" quaked Mrs.Roy.
"Did you see Rachel fall into the pond?
Or see her a-nigh the pond ?" "No, I didn't," moaned Mrs.Roy.

"I never set eyes on Rachel this blessed night at all.