Ain't you got any gratitude?
Ain't you got any sense of decency ?" "Ah, hold up, Schouler," grumbled Heise.

"You don't want to get into a row." "No, I don't, Heise," returned Marcus, with a plaintive, aggrieved air.
"But it's too much sometimes when you think of it.

He stole away my girl's affections, and now that he's rich and prosperous, and has got five thousand dollars that I might have had, he gives me the go-by; he's played me for a sucker.

Look here," he cried, turning again to McTeague, "do I get any of that money ?" "It ain't mine to give," answered McTeague.

"You're drunk, that's what you are." "Do I get any of that money ?" cried Marcus, persistently.
The dentist shook his head.