"You stick to your way, I will go mine.

You can find a better steward for the estate--I go to-morrow.
May the earth open and swallow me up if I stay one hour longer than is absolutely necessary in this demented place.

And after all Mary is your mother and not mine." "But she was your father's wife," retorted Marcus.
"Certainly, or you would not be my brother.

But she--I have amply repaid any kindness she ever did me by ten years of service.

We do not understand each other and we never shall." "Yes, yes, you will indeed.