Yes--yes.

Go on.

I want to hear," exclaimed Lavinia breathlessly.
"I wouldn't ha' said a word agen her if she'd insisted upon the fine young gentleman paying for his frolic a trying to fool you--which he didn't do an' you may thank yourself for your sperrit Miss Lavvy--that was only what a mother ought to do, but to sell her own child to make money out of her own flesh an' blood--well I up an' told her to her face what I thought of her." "Make money out of _me_, good gracious Hannah, how ?" "The fellow offered her fifty guineas if she'd hand you over to him.

He swore he'd make a lady of you." "What! Marry me ?" "Marry you! Tilly vally, no such thing.

He'd spend money on you--fine dresses, trinkets, fallals and all that, but a wedding ring, the parson--not a bit of it.