Why, where would you have
been TO-DAY if it hadn't been for me?" Marcus shouted in a sudden
exasperation, "You'd a been plugging teeth at two bits an hour. Ain't
you got any gratitude? Ain't you got any sense of decency?"
"Ah, hold up, Schouler," grumbled Heise. "You don't want to get into a
row."
"No, I don't, Heise," returned Marcus, with a plaintive, aggrieved air.
"But it's too much sometimes when you think of it. He stole away my
girl's affections, and now that he's rich and prosperous, and has got
five thousand dollars that I might have had, he gives me the go-by; he's
played me for a sucker. Look here," he cried, turning again to McTeague,
"do I get any of that money?"
"It ain't mine to give," answered McTeague. "You're drunk, that's what
you are."
"Do I get any of that money?" cried Marcus, persistently.
The dentist shook his head. "No, you don't get any of it."
"Now--NOW," clamored the other, turning to the harnessmaker, as though
this explained everything. "Look at that, look at that. Well, I've done
with you from now on." Marcus had risen to his feet by this time and
made as if to leave, but at every instant he came back, shouting his
phrases into McTeague's face, moving off again as he spoke the last
words, in order to give them better effect.
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