 I think maybe it's better Anna marry you now. Leave go of me, old ape. Marry her, is it? I'd see her roasting in hell first. I'm shipping away out of this, I'm telling you. And my curse on you, and the curse of Almighty God and all the saints. You've destroyed me this day. And may you lie awake in the long nights, tormented with the thoughts of Matt Burke and the great wrong you have done him. No!