"Think I'm afraid of his knife ?" "I know where you are," cried Zerkow, on the landing outside.

"You're in Schouler's room.

What are you doing in Schouler's room at this time of night?
Come outa there; you oughta be ashamed.

I'll do for you yet, my girl.

Come outa there once, an' see if I don't." "I'll do for you myself, you dirty Jew," shouted Marcus, unbolting the door and running out into the hall.
"I want my wife," exclaimed the Jew, backing down the stairs.