Scream! Scream! Scream! came the sounds.

"Oh, my God! don't kill me! Help! Help!" SCREAM--this last a long, terrified, ear-piercing wail.
Sohlberg was about to drop from heart failure, he was so frightened.
His face was an ashen gray.

Cowperwood seized the door-knob vigorously and, finding the door locked, shook, rattled, and banged at it.
"Aileen!" he called, sharply.

"Aileen! What's the matter in there?
Open this door, Aileen!" "Oh, my God! Oh, help! help! Oh, mercy--o-o-o-o-oh!" It was the moaning voice of Rita.
"I'll show you, you she-devil!" he heard Aileen calling.

"I'll teach you, you beast! You cat, you prostitute! There! there! there!" "Aileen!" he called, hoarsely.