wet to the skin half the time and deadly agues risin ' up from the swamps like ghoulies and the air sae thick wi ' the miasma as it 's not fit to breathe , and me perhaps to be takin ' in laundry in the toon whilst he was gone abroad on the water , though i 'm sure i should hate that , for we havena been apart one night since we married , have we , my dearie ? ''