You aren't wanted." "But I am obliged to be here.

It is my business, not yours," she replied, while a sensation of sickness passed over her.
For a moment he regarded her stubbornly, "Well, I don't know whose business it was a minute ago," he rejoined, "but it's mine now.

I am boss of this particular hell, and you're going to keep out of it.

I guess I know more about D.T.than you and Miss Polly put together would know in a thousand years." She was very humble.

In the sweetness of her relief, of her security, she would have submitted cheerfully not only to slang, but to downright profanity.