"You know what I told you," Abigail said.

"Jerome is behaving well.

You know he can't marry Lucina--he hasn't a penny." "Then I'll give 'em pennies enough to marry on.

The girl shall have whom she wants; I tell you that, Abigail." "How much have you got to give them until we are gone, even if Jerome would marry under such conditions; and I told you what he said to Lucina about it," returned his wife, quietly.
"I'll go to work myself, then," shouted the Squire; "and as for the boy, he shall swallow his damned pride before he gives my girl an anxious hour.

What is he, to say he will or will not, if she lifts her little finger?
By the Lord Harry, he ought to go down on his face like a heathen when she looks at him!" "Eben," said Abigail, "will you listen to me?
I tell you, Jerome is behaving as well as any young man can.