She's crazed: you've made her mad; she knows none of us, not even her boy.

Be off; you've done your worst; the light's gone clean out in her; and hear me, you Richmond, or Roy, or whatever you call yourself, I tell you I thank the Lord she has lost her senses.

See her or not, you 've no hold on her, and see her you shan't while I go by the name of a man.' Mr.Richmond succeeded in preserving an air of serious deliberation under the torrent of this tremendous outburst, which was marked by scarce a pause in the delivery.
He said, 'My wife deranged! I might presume it too truly an inherited disease.

Do you trifle with me, sir?
Her reason unseated! and can you pretend to the right of dividing us?
If this be as you say--Oh! ten thousand times the stronger my claim, my absolute claim, to cherish her.
Make way for me, Mr.Beltham.I solicit humbly the holiest privilege sorrow can crave of humanity.

My wife! my wife! Make way for me, sir.' His figure was bent to advance.