Let alone the manner of your meeting him--that business of the bonfire--and a pretty tale 'twould make against a Justice of the Peace--" "I never gave that a thought, Lydia," Mr.Rogers protested.
"I know you didn't, my lad: that's why I mentioned it.

Well, letting that alone, how are you to give the child up?
You can't.

You know you can't.

We've to hide him now, though it cost your commission.
Eh?
to be sure we must.

Give him up?
Pretty gratitude indeed, and what next, I wonder!" "I never thought of giving him up." "I know you didn't, again: but I'm combing out your brains for you, if you'll only stand quiet and not interrupt.