Mac, STOP!" "Give me some money, then." In the end Trina had to comply.

She gave him half a dollar from her dress pocket, protesting that it was the only piece of money she had.
"One more, just for luck," said McTeague, pinching her again; "and another." "How can you--how CAN you hurt a woman so!" exclaimed Trina, beginning to cry with the pain.
"Ah, now, CRY," retorted the dentist.

"That's right, CRY.

I never saw such a little fool." He went out, slamming the door in disgust.
But McTeague never became a drunkard in the generally received sense of the term.

He did not drink to excess more than two or three times in a month, and never upon any occasion did he become maudlin or staggering.
Perhaps his nerves were naturally too dull to admit of any excitation; perhaps he did not really care for the whiskey, and only drank because Heise and the other men at Frenna's did.