"I ain't going to stop for them." "You go right on," Trina said, "and I bet you won't hear another word about it." "Suppose I go round to the City Hall and see them," hazarded McTeague.
"No, no, don't you do it, Mac," exclaimed Trina.

"Because, if Marcus has done this just to scare you, they won't know anything about it there at the City Hall; but they'll begin to ask you questions, and find out that you never HAD graduated from a dental college, and you'd be just as bad off as ever." "Well, I ain't going to quit for just a piece of paper," declared the dentist.

The phrase stuck to him.

All day long he went about their rooms or continued at his work in the "Parlors," growling behind his thick mustache: "I ain't going to quit for just a piece of paper.

No, I ain't going to quit for just a piece of paper.