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Updated: June 16, 2025
Clutched in both his hands was a sack full of old and rusty pans, tin dishes fully a hundred of them tin cans, and iron knives and forks, collected from some dump heap. "And all this," exclaimed Trina, "on account of a set of gold dishes that never existed."
"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.
This Trina was a fine rosy wench, and my Lord Duke took a fancy to her then, so that she looked with great jealousy on any one that threatened to rob her of his favour. Now when Sidonia entered the house and saw the baker's daughter, she commenced again to play the part of the great lady, but the other only laughed, and mockingly asked her, "Where was the princely spouse, Duke Ernest of Wolgast?
"Better get the wagon. There's a box on the second corner south. Now, then," he continued, turning to Trina and the harness-maker and taking out his note-book and pencil, "I want your names and addresses." It was a day of tremendous excitement for the entire street. Long after the patrol wagon had driven away, the crowd remained.
"Down nothing," he vociferated, with clenched fists. "Down nothing, by damn! You got to throw me so's my shoulders touch." McTeague was stalking about, swelling with pride. "Hoh, you're down. I threw you. Didn't I throw him, Trina? Hoh, you can't rastle ME." Marcus capered with rage. "You didn't! you didn't! you didn't! and you can't! You got to give me another try."
You'll give me the money to buy it back, or " His rage loomed big within him. His hatred of Trina came back upon him like a returning surge. He saw her small, prim mouth, her narrow blue eyes, her black mane of hair, and up-tilted chin, and hated her the more because of them. Aha, he'd show her; he'd make her dance. He'd get that seven dollars from her, or he'd know the reason why.
As the last grand lady left the school, she gave Trina an extra dollar for her work, and said: "Now, if you'll just tidy up here, Mrs. McTeague, I think that will be all. Sweep up the pine needles here you see they are all over the floor and look through all the rooms, and tidy up generally. Good night and a Happy New Year," she cried pleasantly as she went out.
"No, no, no," cried Trina, "it's not true; it's not true." She dropped on her knees before the trunk, and tossed back the lid, and plunged her hands down into the corner underneath her wedding dress, where she always kept the savings. The brass match-safe and the chamois-skin bag were there. They were empty.
The two would lean across the table towards each other, McTeague folding his arms under his breast. Then Trina, resting on her elbows, would part his mustache-the great blond mustache of a viking with her two hands, pushing it up from his lips, causing his face to assume the appearance of a Greek mask. She would curl it around either forefinger, drawing it to a fine end.
Now that McTeague had left her, there was one less mouth to feed; and with this saving, together with the little she could earn as scrub-woman, Trina could almost manage to make good the amount she lost by being obliged to cease work upon the Noah's ark animals. Little by little her sorrow over the loss of her precious savings overcame the grief of McTeague's desertion of her.
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