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Updated: May 26, 2025
That morning the bookselling firm where he had bought his pamphlets had taken his little binding apparatus from him to use as a model. The transaction had been concluded. Old Grannis had received his check.
Grannis, a kind-hearted woman in the same block where her mother had died. The furs were bought, the pearls examined, the forks priced, and then Alice ventured to ask when they were going to find Dora. "I shall leave that for the last thing," answered Eugenia. "She can't run away, and nobody wants to be bothered with a child to look after."
Even the auctioneer went at last, and as he closed the door with a bang, the reverberation that went through the suite gave evidence of its emptiness. "Come," said Trina to the dentist, "let's go down and look take a last look." They went out of Miss Baker's room and descended to the floor below. On the stairs, however, they were met by Old Grannis. In his hands he carried a little package.
"But it's rather cold, and I've spilled it almost all of it." "I'll drink it from the saucer." Old Grannis had drawn up his armchair for her. "Oh, I shouldn't. This is this is SO You must think ill of me." Suddenly she sat down, and resting her elbows on the table, hid her face in her hands. "Think ILL of you?" cried Old Grannis, "think ILL of you?
It was preposterous to imagine any mystery connected with Old Grannis. Miss Baker had chosen to invent the little fiction, had created the title and the unjust stepfather from some dim memories of the novels of her girlhood. She took her place in the operating chair. McTeague began the filling. There was a long silence. It was impossible for McTeague to work and talk at the same time.
In the hall at the top of the long, narrow staircase there was the sound of a great scurrying. Maria Macapa stood there, her hand upon the rope that drew the bolt; Marcus was at her side; Old Grannis was in the background, looking over their shoulders; while little Miss Baker leant over the banisters, a strange man in a drab overcoat at her side.
After Old Grannis and the dentist had gone through the rooms, giving a last look around to see that everything was ready, they returned to McTeague's "Parlors." At the door Old Grannis excused himself. At four o'clock McTeague began to dress, shaving himself first before the hand-glass that was hung against the woodwork of the bay window.
For a long minute the two men eyed each other silently. Not without result had they lived the events of the last months together. It was the younger man who first spoke. "Grannis," he said impassively, "I'm going to ask you a question, and I want an honest answer. Whatever you may think it leads to must cut no figure. Will you give it?" Equally impassively the elder man nodded, "Yes."
Trina would be married the following evening, and immediately after the wedding supper the Sieppes would leave for the South. McTeague spent the day in a fever of agitation, frightened out of his wits each time that Old Grannis left his elbow. Old Grannis was delighted beyond measure at the prospect of acting the part of best man in the ceremony.
The little old dressmaker changed her basket to her other arm at precisely the wrong moment, and Old Grannis, hastening to pass, removing his hat in a hurried salutation, struck it with his fore arm, knocking it from her grasp, and sending it rolling and bumping down the stairs.
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