I'll pay the whole thirty-five.

I'd rather lose it than be such a miser as you." "Haven't you got anything to do," returned Trina, "instead of staying here and abusing me ?" "Well, then, for the last time, will you help me out ?" Trina cut the heads of a fresh bunch of onions and gave no answer.
"Huh?
will you ?" "I'd like to have my kitchen to myself, please," she said in a mincing way, irritating to a last degree.

The dentist stamped out of the room, banging the door behind him.
For nearly a week the breach between them remained unhealed.

Trina only spoke to the dentist in monosyllables, while he, exasperated at her calmness and frigid reserve, sulked in his "Dental Parlors," muttering terrible things beneath his mustache, or finding solace in his concertina, playing his six lugubrious airs over and over again, or swearing frightful oaths at his canary.

When Heise paid his bill, McTeague, in a fury, sent the amount to the owner of the little house.
There was no formal reconciliation between the dentist and his little woman.