You know she wouldn't prosecute him." "We will watch an' wait--but I'll finish him.

Tell me, Nell--fury of hell, woman--can it be possible--no--well--I'll murder him, though; but can it be possible that she's guilty?
eh?
She wouldn't prosecute him--No--no--she would not." "She is not worthy of you, blackey.

Lord save us! Well, troth, I remimber whin you wor in Lord S--'s, you were a fine young man of your color.

I did something for the young lord in my way then, an' I used to say, when I called to see her, that you wor a beauty, barrin' the face.
Sure enough, there was no lie in that.

Well, that was before you tuck to the fightin'; but I'm ravin'.