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Trina put the dollar away in her trunk before she did anything else and cooked herself a bit of supper. Then she came downstairs again. The kindergarten was not large. On the lower floor were but two rooms, the main schoolroom and another room, a cloakroom, very small, where the children hung their hats and coats. This cloakroom opened off the back of the main schoolroom.
You'll have to have those fingers amputated, beyond a doubt, or lose the entire hand or even worse." "And my work!" exclaimed Trina. One can hold a scrubbing-brush with two good fingers and the stumps of two others even if both joints of the thumb are gone, but it takes considerable practice to get used to it. Trina became a scrub-woman.
And, in fact, another matter soon came to engross her attention. One Sunday evening Trina and her husband were in their sitting-room together. It was dark, but the lamp had not been lit. McTeague had brought up some bottles of beer from the "Wein Stube" on the ground floor, where the branch post-office used to be. But they had not opened the beer. It was a warm evening in summer.
One day, just after McTeague had put in the temporary gutta-percha fillings and nothing more could be done at that sitting, Trina asked him to examine the rest of her teeth. They were perfect, with one exception a spot of white caries on the lateral surface of an incisor.
"Oh!" growled McTeague, behind his thick mustache, "he can go far before I'LL stop him." "And, say, Mac," continued Trina, pouring the chocolate, "what do you think? Mamma wants me wants us to send her fifty dollars. She says they're hard up." "Well," said the dentist, after a moment, "well, I guess we can send it, can't we?"
"First Schouler, now der doktor, eh? What die tevil, I say!" Weeks passed, February went, March came in very rainy, putting a stop to all their picnics and Sunday excursions. One Wednesday afternoon in the second week in March McTeague came over to call on Trina, bringing his concertina with him, as was his custom nowadays.
He was very rich; in a sense Trina was his protege. A couple of days before that upon which the wedding was to take place, two boxes arrived with his card. Trina and McTeague, assisted by Old Grannis, had opened them. The first was a box of all sorts of toys. "But what what I don't make it out," McTeague had exclaimed. "Why should he send us toys? We have no need of toys."
Soon they would all be gone. "Well, Trina," exclaimed Mr. Sieppe, "goot-py; perhaps you gome visit us somedime." Mrs. Sieppe began crying again. "Ach, Trina, ven shall I efer see you again?" Tears came to Trina's eyes in spite of herself. She put her arms around her mother. "Oh, sometime, sometime," she cried. The twins and Owgooste clung to Trina's skirts, fretting and whimpering.
Next day he went to Uncle Oelbermann's store and asked news of Trina. Trina had not told Uncle Oelbermann of McTeague's brutalities, giving him other reasons to explain the loss of her fingers; neither had she told him of her husband's robbery.
You've thrown away your chance in life to give up the girl, yes but this," he stamped his foot with rage "to throw five thousand dollars out of the window to stuff it into the pockets of someone else, when it might have been yours, when you might have had Trina AND the money and all for what? Because we were pals.
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