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He became more and more indignant at the picture he made of himself. "I ain't going to stand it much longer," he repeated. "Why, hello, Doc. Is that you?" exclaimed Heise, opening the door of the harness shop behind him. "Come in out of the wet. Why, you're soaked through," he added as he and McTeague came back into the shop, that reeked of oiled leather. "Didn't you have any umbrella?
The arm was broken. But by this time every one was crying out at once. Heise and Ryan ran in between the two men. Selina turned her head away. Trina was wringing her hands and crying in an agony of dread: "Oh, stop them, stop them! Don't let them fight. Oh, it's too awful." "Here, here, Doc, quit. Don't make a fool of yourself," cried Heise, clinging to the dentist. "That's enough now.
The party resolved itself into two groups; the Ryers and Mrs. Heise bending over Marcus, while the harness-maker and Trina came and went about McTeague, sitting on the ground, his shirt, a mere blur of red and white, detaching itself violently from the background of pale-green grass.
McTeague could not hear the talk that followed between him and the harnessmaker, but it seemed to him that Marcus was telling Heise of some injury, some grievance, and that the latter was trying to pacify him. All at once their talk grew louder.
He glared about him, seeking opposition. "That's nonsense," observed Heise, quietly. "Try it once; you'll get jugged." But this observation of the harness-maker's roused Marcus to the last pitch of frenzy. "Yes, ah, yes!" he shouted, rising to his feet, shaking his finger in the other's face. "Yes, I'd go to jail; but because I I am crushed by a tyranny, does that make the tyranny right?
Marcus bade the Sieppes farewell. He and Heise went out together. One heard them, as they descended the stairs, discussing the possibility of Frenna's place being still open. Then Miss Baker departed after kissing Trina on both cheeks. Selina went with her. There was only the family left. Trina watched them go, one by one, with an increasing feeling of uneasiness and vague apprehension.
The Sieppes paid great deference to Uncle Oelbermann, as indeed did the whole company. Even Marcus Schouler lowered his voice when he addressed him. At the beginning of the meal he had nudged the harness-maker and had whispered behind his hand, nodding his head toward the wholesale toy dealer, "Got thirty thousand dollars in the bank; has, for a fact." "Don't have much to say," observed Heise.
Heise down from the floor above and took McTeague into Joe Frenna's saloon, which was two doors above his harness shop. "Whiskey and gum twice, Joe," said he to the barkeeper as he and the dentist approached the bar. "Huh? What?" said McTeague. "Whiskey? No, I can't drink whiskey. It kind of disagrees with me." "Oh, the hell!" returned Heise, easily. "Take it as medicine.
What a humiliating position for Trina to place him in, not to leave him the price of a drink with a friend, she who had five thousand dollars! "Sha! That's all right, Doc," returned Heise, nibbling on a grain of coffee. "Want another? Hey? This my treat. Two more of the same, Joe." McTeague hesitated. It was lamentably true that whiskey did not agree with him; he knew it well enough.
"I'd I'd ask you to have a drink with me, Heise," said the dentist, who had an indistinct idea of the amenities of the barroom, "only," he added shamefacedly, "only you see, I don't believe I got any change." His anger against Trina, heated by the whiskey he had drank, flamed up afresh.
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