She
took that money from me that I earned. 'Twasn't hers; it was mine, I
earned it--and not a nickel for car fare. She don't care if I get wet
and get a cold and DIE. No, she don't, as long as she's warm and's got
her money." He became more and more indignant at the picture he made of
himself. "I ain't going to stand it much longer," he repeated.
"Why, hello, Doc. Is that you?" exclaimed Heise, opening the door of
the harness shop behind him. "Come in out of the wet. Why, you're soaked
through," he added as he and McTeague came back into the shop, that
reeked of oiled leather. "Didn't you have any umbrella? Ought to have
taken a car."
"I guess so--I guess so," murmured the dentist, confused. His teeth were
chattering.
"YOU'RE going to catch your death-a-cold," exclaimed Heise. "Tell you
what," he said, reaching for his hat, "come in next door to Frenna's and
have something to warm you up. I'll get the old lady to mind the shop."
He called Mrs. Heise down from the floor above and took McTeague into
Joe Frenna's saloon, which was two doors above his harness shop.
"Whiskey and gum twice, Joe," said he to the barkeeper as he and the
dentist approached the bar.
"Huh? What?" said McTeague.
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