Instantly she was aroused.
"He threw his knife at you! The coward! He wouldn't of dared stand up to
you like a man. Oh, Mac, suppose he HAD hit you?"
"Came within an inch of my head," put in McTeague, proudly.
"Think of it!" she gasped; "and he wanted part of my money. Well, I do
like his cheek; part of my five thousand! Why, it's mine, every single
penny of it. Marcus hasn't the least bit of right to it. It's mine,
mine.--I mean, it's ours, Mac, dear."
The elder Sieppes, however, made excuses for Marcus. He had probably
been drinking a good deal and didn't know what he was about. He had a
dreadful temper, anyhow. Maybe he only wanted to scare McTeague.
The week before the marriage the two men were reconciled. Mrs. Sieppe
brought them together in the front parlor of the B Street house.
"Now, you two fellers, don't be dot foolish. Schake hands und maig ut
oop, soh."
Marcus muttered an apology. McTeague, miserably embarrassed, rolled
his eyes about the room, murmuring, "That's all right--that's all
right--that's all right."
However, when it was proposed that Marcus should be McTeague's best man,
he flashed out again with renewed violence. Ah, no! ah, NO! He'd make up
with the dentist now that he was going away, but he'd be damned--yes, he
would--before he'd be his best man.
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