O. Henry,
The Trimmed Lamp, and Other Stories of the Four Million
“ Are you a man or are you a kitchen hound?” Mr. Fink dropped his paper, motionless from surprise. She feared that he would not strike—that the provocation had been insufficient. She leaped at him and struck him fiercely in the face with her clenched hand. In that instant she felt a thrill of love for him such as she had not felt for many a day. Rise up, Martin Fink, and come into your kingdom! Oh, she must feel the weight of his hand now—just to show that he cared—just to show that he cared! Mr. Fink sprang to his feet—Maggie caught him again on the jaw with a wide swing of her other hand. ”
