"No, you don't get any of it." "Now--NOW," clamored the other, turning to the harnessmaker, as though this explained everything.

"Look at that, look at that.

Well, I've done with you from now on." Marcus had risen to his feet by this time and made as if to leave, but at every instant he came back, shouting his phrases into McTeague's face, moving off again as he spoke the last words, in order to give them better effect.
"This settles it right here.

I've done with you.

Don't you ever dare speak to me again"-- his voice was shaking with fury--"and don't you sit at my table in the restaurant again.