Спереводом he laughed. but it was a hysterical laugh. all his nerves were on edge. he had a sick feeling. making a great effort, he pulled himself together and said: "when i count one i shall take hold; when i count two you must hold very tight to the chair; and when i count three, out it will come." then he encircled her head with his left arm - brutally, as dentists are always brutal in the thrilling crisis, "wider! " he shouted. and he took possession of that "one - two -" he didn't know what he was doing. there was no three. there was a slight shriek and a thud on the floor. mrs. simeon clowes jumped up and briskly rang a bell. the attendant rushed in. the attendant saw mrs. clowes gurgling into a handkerchief which she pressed to her mouth with one hand while with the other, in which she had her bonnet, she was fanning the face of mr. cowlishaw. mr. cowlishaw had fainted from nervous excitement. but his unconscious hand held the forceps; and the forceps, victorious, held the monumental tooth. "o-p-pen the window," spluttered mrs. clowes to the attendant. "he's gone off; he'll come to in a minute." (from "tales of the five towns" by arnold bennett)
