He was talking eagerly.
"Now, just once more, Maria," he was saying.

"Tell it to us just once more." Maria's voice came up the stairway in a monotone.

Marcus and McTeague caught a phrase from time to time.
"There were more than a hundred pieces, and every one of them gold--just that punch-bowl was worth a fortune-thick, fat, red gold." "Get onto to that, will you ?" observed Marcus.

"The old skin has got her started on the plate.

Ain't they a pair for you ?" "And it rang like bells, didn't it ?" prompted Zerkow.
"Sweeter'n church bells, and clearer." "Ah, sweeter'n bells.