Her eyes snapped behind her spectacles, her lean form was trembling all over, and in her right hand she held a mammoth trumpet, the smaller end of which was connected with her ear.
"You will, hey ?" she screamed, brandishing her left fist, but still keeping the ear trumpet in place with her right.

"You WILL?
Well, I don't want none of your miser'ble money! Land knows how you made it, anyhow, and I wouldn't soil my hands with it.

After all I've put up with, and the way I've done my work, and the things I've had to eat, and--and--" She paused for breath.

Captain Cy scratched his chin.

Asaph, gazing open-mouthed at the trumpet, stirred in his chair.