"He's got to account to me.
He's--" They were in the narrow hallway by this time.

Simmy called to a porter.
"Get me a taxi, will you ?" "I say he didn't act right by Anne.

It's his fault that she--Let go my arm, Simmy!" He gave it a mighty wrench.
"All right," said Simmy, maintaining his equilibrium with some difficulty after the jerk he had received.

"Don't you want me to be your friend, George ?" George glared at him, and then broke into a shamed, foolish laugh.
"Forgive me, Simmy.

Of course, I want you as my friend.