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"You're mad! I ain't never goin' back there, not for all the gold in London!" "That place? You tell me go back there? D’you even know what that place is?!" "Charms? You could plaster a hundred o’ them damned papers on the walls—won’t save so much as a teacup! It’s no use, I tell ya! Leave it be!" "Listen well, sir. You’re finished already. Don’t you come draggin’ me into it no more!" "Be gone with you!" "Hell…! It’s hell, I say!" "You’ve opened the gates o’ hell—an’ built your house righ