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He had been there at first. "I called him down with everybody else," cried Maria Macapa, "as soon as I saw in the paper that Miss Sieppe had won. We all came down to Mr. Schouler's room and waited for you to come home. I think he must have gone back to his room. I'll bet you'll find him sewing up his books." "No, no," observed Miss Baker, "not at this hour."
Professor Grimcke and Ashman were joint partners in the exploring enterprise, Long and Johnston being their assistants. In addition, there were three native servants, or helpers, known as Bippo, Pedros and Quincal. They had been engaged at Macapa, near the mouth of the Amazon.
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.
Sieppe, pushing back, "I haf eatun und eatun, ach, Gott, how I haf eatun!" "Ah, dot kaf's het," murmured her husband, passing his tongue over his lips. The facetious waiter had disappeared. He and Maria Macapa foregathered in the kitchen.
Old Grannis did want the pitcher; true, he never used it now, but he had kept it a long time, and somehow he held to it as old people hold to trivial, worthless things that they have had for many years. "Oh, that pitcher well, Maria, I I don't know. I'm afraid you see, that pitcher " "Ah, go 'long," interrupted Maria Macapa, "what's the good of it?"
Back of the bedroom was the kitchen, a creation of Trina's, a dream of a kitchen, with its range, its porcelain-lined sink, its copper boiler, and its overpowering array of flashing tinware. Everything was new; everything was complete. Maria Macapa and a waiter from one of the restaurants in the street were to prepare the wedding supper here. Maria had already put in an appearance.
The room was warm, and the breathing of the five people in the narrow space made the air close and thick. At long intervals an acrid odor of ink floated up from the branch post-office immediately below. Maria Macapa finished her work and started to leave. As she passed near Marcus and his cousin she stopped, and drew a bunch of blue tickets furtively from her pocket.
From these and the like reports, from my own observations on this part of the Brazilian coast, from some investigations made by Major Coutinho at the mouth of the Amazons, on its northern continental shore, near Macapa, and from the reports of Mr. St.
"No, no," answered McTeague, shaking his head. "I'm going back home. I've had two glasses of whiskey already." "Sha!" cried Heise, catching his arm. "A strapping big chap like you ain't afraid of a little whiskey." "Well, I I I got to go right afterwards," protested McTeague. About half an hour after the dentist had left to go down town, Maria Macapa had come in to see Trina.
"Can't always start her going," Marcus told his cousin. "What does she do, though, when you ask her about her name?" "Oh, sure," said Marcus, who had forgotten. "Say, Maria, what's your name?" "Huh?" asked Maria, straightening up, her hands on he hips. "Tell us your name," repeated Marcus. "Name is Maria Miranda Macapa."
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