Either he must go, or I must go.

Make up your mind to choose between your money and me." Old Toller astonished me.

He seemed to have caught the infection of his daughter's anger.

Placed between Cristel and his money, he really acted as if he preferred Cristel.

He hobbled up to his lodger, and shook his infirm fists, and screamed at the highest pitch of his old cracked voice: "Let her be, or I won't have you here no longer! You deaf adder, let her be!" The sensitive nerves of the deaf man shrank as those shrill tones pierced them.