'She's not. She's nothing of the kind, I tell'ee.'
'You can't tell women like a woman can;
A beggar tells a lie to fill his belly,
A strumpet tells a lie to win a man,
Women were liars since the world began;
And she's a liar, branded in the eyes,
A rotten liar, who inspires lies.'
'I say she's not.'
'No, don't'ee Jim, my dearie,
You've seen her often in the last few days,