She spoke very slowly, but with some trace in her intonation of a north-country dialect.
"There's no place in this house for you, Everard Dominey," she said, standing in front of him as though to bar his progress.

"I wrote last night to stop you, but you've shown indecent haste in coming.

There's no place here for a murderer.

Get back where you came from, back to your hiding." "My good woman!" Mangan gasped.

"This is really too much!" "I've not come to bandy words with lawyers," the woman retorted.