"
The acrobats left him breathless. They were dazzling young men with
beautifully parted hair, continually making graceful gestures to the
audience. In one of them the dentist fancied he saw a strong resemblance
to the boy who had tormented the intoxicated lodger and who had turned
such marvellous somersaults. Trina could not bear to watch their antics.
She turned away her head with a little shudder. "It always makes me
sick," she explained.
The beautiful young lady, "The Society Contralto," in evening dress, who
sang the sentimental songs, and carried the sheets of music at which she
never looked, pleased McTeague less. Trina, however, was captivated. She
grew pensive over
"You do not love me--no;
Bid me good-by and go;"
and split her new gloves in her enthusiasm when it was finished.
"Don't you love sad music, Mac?" she murmured.
Then came the two comedians. They talked with fearful rapidity; their
wit and repartee seemed inexhaustible.
"As I was going down the street yesterday--"
"Ah! as YOU were going down the street--all right."
"I saw a girl at a window----"
"YOU saw a girl at a window."
"And this girl she was a corker----"
"Ah! as YOU were going down the street yesterday YOU saw a girl at a
window, and this girl she was a corker.
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