"You may have brought home death in them.

They shall be thrown into the burning tar.

Do you want to kill us?
What has Maude done to you that you behave in this way ?" "I do think you must be going mad!" cried Lord Hartledon, in bewilderment; "and I hope you'll forgive me for saying so.

I--" "Go and change your clothes!" was all she could reiterate.

"Every minute you stand in them is fraught with danger.