“Why, Mac, I never saw you this way before. You talk like a different man.”
“Well, I AM a different man,” retorted the dentist, savagely. “You can't make small of me ALWAYS.”
“Well, never mind that. You know I'm not trying to make small of you. But never mind that. Did you get a place?”
“Give me my money,” exclaimed McTeague, jumping up briskly. There was an activity, a positive nimbleness about the huge blond giant that had never been his before; also his stupidity, the sluggishness of his brain, seemed to be unusually stimulated.
“Give me my money, the money I gave you as I was going away.”
“I can't,” exclaimed Trina. “I paid the grocer's bill with it while you were gone.”
“Don't believe you.”
“Truly, truly, Mac. Do you think I'd lie to you? Do you think I'd lower myself to do that?”
“Well, the next time I earn any money I'll keep it myself.”
“But tell me, Mac, DID you get a place?”