You are not what you ought to be, or you wouldn't make such a noise.

Move off." "But I must die if I am turned away." "Not you.

I'm fear'd you have some ill plans agate, that bring you about folk's houses at this time o' night.

If you've any followers--housebreakers or such like--anywhere near, you may tell them we are not by ourselves in the house; we have a gentleman, and dogs, and guns." Here the honest but inflexible servant clapped the door to and bolted it within.
This was the climax.

A pang of exquisite suffering--a throe of true despair--rent and heaved my heart.