Will you let me in?
Say, will you?
Huh ?" "No." "Well, will you give me some money then--just a little?
Give me a dollar.

Give me half a dol--Say, give me a DIME, an' I can get a cup of coffee." "No." The dentist paused and looked at her with curious intentness, bewildered, nonplussed.
"Say, you--you must be crazy, Trina.

I--I--wouldn't let a DOG go hungry." "Not even if he'd bitten you, perhaps." The dentist stared again.
There was another pause.

McTeague looked up at her in silence, a mean and vicious twinkle coming into his small eyes.

He uttered a low exclamation, and then checked himself.
"Well, look here, for the last time.