You've been drinking whiskey." "Yes, I've been drinking whiskey," retorted her husband.

"I've been drinking whiskey.

Have you got anything to say about it?
Ah, yes, you're RIGHT, I've been drinking whiskey.

What have YOU got to say about my drinking whiskey?
Let's hear it." "Oh! Oh! Oh!" sobbed Trina, covering her face with her hands.

McTeague caught her wrists in one palm and pulled them down.