I forbid you to advance another foot upon the premises.

If any man of you enters my house, I'll shoot him down as quick as I would a mad dog." "Shut up your gap; none of your cussed speeches," said a voice in the crowd; "if you don't come down and give yourself up, we'll come in and take you--that's the talk, ain't it, boys ?" A general shout of approval answered this speech, and several stones were thrown at Mr.Garie, one of which struck him on the breast.
Seeing the utter futility of attempting to parley with the infuriated wretches below, he ran into the room, exclaiming, "Put on some clothes, Emily! shoes first--quick--quick, wife!--your life depends upon it.

I'll bring down the children and wake the servants.

We must escape from the house--we are attacked by a mob of demons.

Hurry, Emily! do, for God sake!" Mr.Garie aroused the sleeping children, and threw some clothes upon them, over which he wrapped shawls or blankets, or whatever came to hand.