"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