u for a minute, by God, I'd make you dance. An' I
will yet, I will yet. Don't you be afraid of that."
He turned about, the moonlight showing like a layer of snow upon his
massive shoulders. Trina watched him as he passed under the shadow of
the cherry trees and crossed the little court. She heard his great feet
grinding on the board flooring. He disappeared.
Miser though she was, Trina was only human, and the echo of the
dentist's heavy feet had not died away before she began to be sorry for
what she had done. She stood by the open window in her nightgown, her
finger upon her lips.
"He did looked pinched," she said half aloud. "Maybe he WAS hungry. I
ought to have given him something. I wish I had, I WISH I had. Oh," she
cried, suddenly, with a frightened gesture of both hands, "what have I
come to be that I would see Mac--my husband--that I would see him starve
rather than give him money? No, no. It's too dreadful. I WILL give him
some. I'll send it to him to-morrow. Where?--well, he'll come back."
She leaned from the window and called as loudly as she dared, "Mac, oh,
Mac." There was no answer.
When McTeague had told Trina he had been without food for nearly two
days he was speaking the truth. The week before he had spent the last of
the four hundred dollars in the bar of a sailor's lodging-house near
the water front, and since that time had lived a veritable hand-to-mouth
existence.
He had spent her money here and there about the city in royal fashion,
absolutely reckless of the morrow, feasting and drinking for the most
part with companions he picked up heaven knows where, acquaintances of
twenty-four hours, whose names he forgot in two days. Then suddenly he
found himself at the end of his money. He no longer had any friends.
Hunger rode him and rowelled him. He was no longer well fed,
comfortable. There was no longer a warm place for him to sleep. He went
back to Polk Street in the evening, walking on the dark side of the
street, lurking in the shadows, ashamed to have any of his old-time
friends see him. He entered Zerkow's old house and knocked at the door
of the room Trina and he had occupied. It was empty.
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. So when the dentist had asked where
Trina could be
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