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"Well," spoke up Miss Baker, "you're a queer girl, Maria; that's all I can say." She left the group and returned to her room. Old Grannis watched her go from the corner of his eye, and in a few moments followed her, leaving the group as unnoticed as he had joined it. By degrees the flat quieted down again. Trina and McTeague returned to their rooms. "I guess I'll go back now," said Maria.
The flame died down until upon the coals lay a thin, curling film of carbon. Grannis shifted in his seat. "Nevertheless," he commented indifferently, "you've done a foolish act." A pause; then he went on deliberately as before. "You've destroyed the only evidence that proves you Rankin's son." Involuntarily Blair stiffened, seeming about to speak. But he did not.
He made McTeague sit at the head of the table, with Trina at his right and the agent at his left; he when he sat down at all occupied the foot, Maria Macapa at his left, while next to her was Mrs. Sieppe, opposite Miss Baker. Owgooste had been put to bed upon the bed-lounge. "Where's Old Grannis?" suddenly exclaimed Marcus. Sure enough, where had the old Englishman gone?
Schouler could not have set them on to do it. I can't quite believe it of him." "Of Marcus!" cried Trina. "Hoh! Why, he threw his knife at Mac one time, and another time he bit him, actually bit him with his teeth, while they were wrestling just for fun. Marcus would do anything to injure Mac." "Dear, dear," returned Old Grannis, genuinely pained.
I was compelled to report this alarming situation to Ogilvy and Dickinson and a few chosen members of a panicky board of directors. "It's that damned Grannis crowd," said Dickinson, mentioning an aggressive gentleman who had migrated from Chicago to Wall Street some five years before in a pink collar.
Close upon the other side of the partition Old Grannis bound uncut numbers of the "Nation." "Do you know what I think, Mac?" said Trina, when the couple had returned to their rooms. "I think Marcus is going away." "What? What?" muttered the dentist, very sleepy and stupid, "what you saying? What's that about Marcus?" "I believe Marcus has been packing up, the last two or three days.
Sieppe all about Old Grannis, not forgetting the fiction of the title and the unjust stepfather. "He's quite a personage really," said Miss Baker. Mrs. Sieppe led the conversation around to her children. "Ach, Trina is sudge a goote girl," she said; "always gay, yes, und sing from morgen to night. Und Owgooste, he is soh smart also, yes, eh?
Instantly Miss Baker was seized with trepidation, her curious little false curls shook, a faint a very faint flush came into her withered cheeks, and her heart beat so violently under the worsted shawl that she felt obliged to shift the market-basket to her other arm and put out her free hand to steady herself against the rail. On his part, Old Grannis was instantly overwhelmed with confusion.
Old Grannis was introduced to Mrs. Sieppe and to Trina as Marcus's employer. They shook hands solemnly. "I don't believe that he an' Miss Baker have ever been introduced," cried Maria Macapa, shrilly, "an' they've been livin' side by side for years." The two old people were speechless, avoiding each other's gaze.
Of late she had made a great discovery; all the women folk of the flat were yet vibrant with it. Old Grannis came home from his work at four o'clock, and between that time and six Miss Baker would sit in her room, her hands idle in her lap, doing nothing, listening, waiting.
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