If you don't--it might be called an act of God.

Come, hurry--I can't talk here any longer." Waldhorn saw two troopers coming at a fast walk from across the street, saw that the eyes of Doctor Barnes watched his hand carefully.
Therefore, as though easily and naturally, he leaned with both his own hands above his head resting against the jamb of the door.
"I suppose I'll have to charge this up to the fact that I'm of German descent," said he.

"I can't help that.

I've lived here thirty years.
I'm as good a citizen as you, but I'll have to submit.

Be sure I'm going to take this up in the courts." "Old stuff.