There isn't much she wouldn't give him, they say.

If half the stories are true, there are many that have a better right to him than you, Miss Bawn.

And to think you've thrown over my darling boy for Garret Dawson's son!" I must have looked frightened, for she became suddenly contrite, and, throwing her arms about me, rated herself for the things she had said, saying that she knew I wasn't to blame, and that it was only her love for me and Theobald which made her so bitter.
Then her mood changed; and snatching up my hand with Richard Dawson's ring on it she burst into a harsh laugh.
"What was over him at all," she said, "to give you the like o' that?
Didn't he know the green was unlucky?
Sure, 'tis unlucky for him it'll be, and you'll never marry him.

My dream'll come true, and you'll be saved in time, Miss Bawn.

The ill luck is for him, not for you." Indeed, I found it hard in those days to meet the eyes of the neighbours, gentle and simple, who could not know why I had consented to marry Richard Dawson.