Do you hear ?" "Mac, I can't give you that money.

I--I WON'T give it to you," Trina cried, with sudden resolution.
"Yes, you will.

You'll give me every nickel of it." "No, NO." "You ain't going to make small of me this time.

Give me that money." "NO." "For the last time, will you give me that money ?" "No." "You won't, huh?
You won't give me it?
For the last time." "No, NO." Usually the dentist was slow in his movements, but now the alcohol had awakened in him an ape-like agility.

He kept his small eyes upon her, and all at once sent his fist into the middle of her face with the suddenness of a relaxed spring.
Beside herself with terror, Trina turned and fought him back; fought for her miserable life with the exasperation and strength of a harassed cat; and with such energy and such wild, unnatural force, that even McTeague for the moment drew back from her.