"
"How long you going to be gone?" asked Trina.
Marcus stared.
"Why, I ain't EVER coming back," he vociferated. "I'm going to-morrow,
and I'm going for good. I come to say good-by."
Marcus stayed for upwards of an hour that evening. He talked on easily
and agreeably, addressing himself as much to McTeague as to Trina. At
last he rose.
"Well, good-by, Doc."
"Good-by, Marcus," returned McTeague. The two shook hands.
"Guess we won't ever see each other again," continued Marcus. "But good
luck to you, Doc. Hope some day you'll have the patients standing in
line on the stairs."
"Huh! I guess so, I guess so," said the dentist.
"Good-by, Cousin Trina."
"Good-by, Marcus," answered Trina. "You be sure to remember me to mamma,
and papa, and everybody. I'm going to make two great big sets of Noah's
ark animals for the twins on their next birthday; August is too old
for toys. But you can tell the twins that I'll make them some great big
animals. Good-by, success to you, Marcus."
"Good-by, good-by. Good luck to you both."
"Good-by, Cousin Mark."
"Good-by, Marcus."
He was gone.
CHAPTER 13
One morning about a week after Marcus had left for the southern part
of the State, McTeague found an oblong letter thrust through the
letter-drop of the door of his "Parlors.
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