Oh! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching… — Charles Dickens

Oh! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire, secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.