"
"I NEVER did. I NEVER did. How can you stand there and say such a
thing?"
"You did tell me that," vociferated McTeague, beginning to get angry in
his turn.
"Mac, I didn't, and you know it. And what's more, I won't pay a nickel.
Mr. Heise pays his bill next week, it's forty-three dollars, and you can
just pay the thirty-five out of that."
"Why, you got a whole hundred dollars saved up in your match-safe,"
shouted the dentist, throwing out an arm with an awkward gesture. "You
pay half and I'll pay half, that's only fair."
"No, no, NO," exclaimed Trina. "It's not a hundred dollars. You won't
touch it; you won't touch my money, I tell you."
"Ah, how does it happen to be yours, I'd like to know?"
"It's mine! It's mine! It's mine!" cried Trina, her face scarlet, her
teeth clicking like the snap of a closing purse.
"It ain't any more yours than it is mine."
"Every penny of it is mine."
"Ah, what a fine fix you'd get me into," growled the dentist. "I've
signed the paper with the owner; that's business, you know, that's
business, you know; and now you go back on me. Suppose we'd taken the
house, we'd 'a' shared the rent, wouldn't we, just as we do here?"
Trina shrugged her shoulders with a great affectation of indifference
and began chopping the onions again.
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