"It seems unjust; it does. But Mr. Schouler
could not have set them on to do it. I can't quite believe it of him."
"Of Marcus!" cried Trina. "Hoh! Why, he threw his knife at Mac one time,
and another time he bit him, actually bit him with his teeth, while they
were wrestling just for fun. Marcus would do anything to injure Mac."
"Dear, dear," returned Old Grannis, genuinely pained. "I had always
believed Schouler to be such a good fellow."
"That's because you're so good yourself, Mr. Grannis," responded Trina.
"I tell you what, Doc," declared Heise the harness-maker, shaking his
finger impressively at the dentist, "you must fight it; you must appeal
to the courts; you've been practising too long to be debarred now. The
statute of limitations, you know."
"No, no," Trina had exclaimed, when the dentist had repeated this advice
to her. "No, no, don't go near the law courts. I know them. The lawyers
take all your money, and you lose your case. We're bad off as it is,
without lawing about it."
Then at last came the sale. McTeague and Trina, whom Miss Baker had
invited to her room for that day, sat there side by side, holding each
other's hands, listening nervously to the turmoil that rose to them from
the direction of their suite.
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