Oh, it's good to
sit down. Just think, I had to stand up in the car all the way, after
being on my feet the whole blessed morning. Look here what I've bought.
Just things and things. Look, there's some dotted veiling I got for
myself; see now, do you think it looks pretty?"--she spread it over her
face--"and I got a box of writing paper, and a roll of crepe paper to
make a lamp shade for the front parlor; and--what do you suppose--I
saw a pair of Nottingham lace curtains for FORTY-NINE CENTS; isn't that
cheap? and some chenille portieres for two and a half. Now what have
YOU been doing since I last saw you? Did Mr. Heise finally get up enough
courage to have his tooth pulled yet?" Trina took off her hat and veil
and rearranged her hair before the looking-glass.
"No, no--not yet. I went down to the sign painter's yesterday afternoon
to see about that big gold tooth for a sign. It costs too much; I can't
get it yet a while. There's two kinds, one German gilt and the other
French gilt; but the German gilt is no good."
McTeague sighed, and wagged his head. Even Trina and the five thousand
dollars could not make him forget this one unsatisfied longing.
At other times they would talk at length over their plans, while Trina
sipped her chocolate and McTeague devoured huge chunks of butterless
bread.
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