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"Ah," said Trina, with a long breath, as she and McTeague pushed through the wicket, "here we are once more, Doctor." She had not appeared to notice McTeague's embarrassment. The difficulty had been tided over somehow. Once more McTeague felt himself saved. "To der beach!" shouted Mr. Sieppe. They had checked their baskets at the peanut stand. The whole party trooped down to the seashore.
He would go his own length, stumbling and interfering, then collapse helplessly upon the ground with a pitiful groan. He was used up. Marcus believed himself to be close upon McTeague now. The ashes at his last camp had still been smoldering. Marcus took what supplies of food and water he could carry, and hurried on.
Sieppe brought them together in the front parlor of the B Street house. "Now, you two fellers, don't be dot foolish. Schake hands und maig ut oop, soh." Marcus muttered an apology. McTeague, miserably embarrassed, rolled his eyes about the room, murmuring, "That's all right that's all right that's all right."
"Where to now?" muttered McTeague to himself as he sat on the edge of the bed in his room in the hotel. He hung the canary in the window, filled its little bathtub, and watched it take its bath with enormous satisfaction. "Where to now?" he muttered again. "This is as far as the railroad goes, an' it won' do for me to stay in a town yet a while; no, it won' do. I got to clear out. Where to?
Naturally, McTeague had told Marcus of his success with Trina. Marcus had taken on a grand air. "You've got her, have you? Well, I'm glad of it, old man. I am, for a fact. I know you'll be happy with her. I know how I would have been. I forgive you; yes, I forgive you, freely." McTeague had not thought of taking Trina to the theatre. "You think I ought to, Mark?" he inquired, hesitating.
It roused the man, or rather the brute in the man, and now not only roused it, but goaded it to evil. McTeague's nature changed. It was not only the alcohol, it was idleness and a general throwing off of the good influence his wife had had over him in the days of their prosperity. McTeague disliked Trina. She was a perpetual irritation to him.
"Has a range down in the Panamint." Then by and by the remark, "Hoh, yes, Gold Gulch, they're down to good pay there. That's on the other side of the Panamint Range. Peters came in yesterday and told me." McTeague turned to the speaker. "Is that a gravel mine?" he asked. "No, no, quartz." "I'm a miner; that's why I asked." "Well I've mined some too.
All at once McTeague had an idea, a veritable inspiration. "And we'll we'll we'll have what's the matter with having something to eat afterward in my 'Parlors'?" "Vairy goot," commented Mrs. Sieppe. "Bier, eh? And some damales." "Oh, I love tamales!" exclaimed Trina, clasping her hands. McTeague returned to the city, rehearsing his instructions over and over.
Scarlet to her hair, Trina dropped into a chair and laughed till she cried behind her handkerchief. "We've no use of toys," muttered McTeague, looking at her in perplexity. Old Grannis smiled discreetly, raising a tremulous hand to his chin. The other box was heavy, bound with withes at the edges, the letters and stamps burnt in.
"You should notice," the dressmaker said to the dentist, in a low voice, "he always leaves the door a little ajar in the afternoon." When she had gone out, Marcus Schouler brought Trina forward. "Say, Mac, this is my cousin, Trina Sieppe." The two shook hands dumbly, McTeague slowly nodding his huge head with its great shock of yellow hair. Trina was very small and prettily made.
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