There was an activity, a positive nimbleness about the huge blond giant that had never been his before; also his stupidity, the sluggishness of his brain, seemed to be unusually stimulated.
"Give me my money, the money I gave you as I was going away." "I can't," exclaimed Trina.

"I paid the grocer's bill with it while you were gone." "Don't believe you." "Truly, truly, Mac.

Do you think I'd lie to you?
Do you think I'd lower myself to do that ?" "Well, the next time I earn any money I'll keep it myself." "But tell me, Mac, DID you get a place ?" McTeague turned his back on her.
"Tell me, Mac, please, did you ?" The dentist jumped up and thrust his face close to hers, his heavy jaw protruding, his little eyes twinkling meanly.
"No," he shouted.

"No, no, NO.

Do you hear?
NO." Trina cowered before him.