Won't you just LISTEN to me?
Oh, don't! I'll scream.

I can't help it, you know.

The people will hear." McTeague came towards her slowly, his immense feet dragging and grinding on the floor; his enormous fists, hard as wooden mallets, swinging at his sides.

Trina backed from him to the corner of the room, cowering before him, holding her elbow crooked in front of her face, watching him with fearful intentness, ready to dodge.
"I want that money," he said, pausing in front of her.
"What money ?" cried Trina.
"I want that money.

You got it--that five thousand dollars.