I've a sort of a forecasting in my inwards, like, as I always has when aught's gwain to happen, as though I shuldn't zee mun again, like, I have, miss.

Well--he was a bedient old soul, after all, he was.

Goodness, Father! and all this while us have forgot the very thing us come about! Who did you see ?" "Only that face!" said Rose, shuddering.
"Not in the glass, maid?
Say then, not in the glass ?" "Would to heaven it had been! Lucy, what if he were the man I was fated to--" "He?
Why, he's a praste, a Popish praste, that can't marry if he would, poor wratch." "He is none; and I have cause enough to know it!" And, for want of a better confidant, Rose poured into the willing ears of her companion the whole story of yesterday's meeting.
"He's a pretty wooer!" said Lucy at last, contemptuously.

"Be a brave maid, then, be a brave maid, and never terrify yourself with his unlucky face.

It's because there was none here worthy of ye, that ye seed none in glass.