In the silence they heard the long rumble of a cable-car passing the house, and the persistent jangling of its bell as it approached the street crossing.

A grocery wagon went up the side street, the horses' hoofs making a cadenced clapping sound upon the asphalt.
"Well," exclaimed Vandover scornfully, "I suppose that's business, but I would call it damned unkind!" "Now, look here, old man," returned Geary consolingly.

"Don't you take the monkey-wrench off the safety valve like that.

What am I here for if it isn't to help you?
Maybe you don't know that this is a mighty unprofessional thing to do.

Ah, you bet, if old Beale knew this I would get it right in the neck.