"Look at me. Look at me," he went on, speaking with an unwonted
rapidity, his wits sharp, his ideas succeeding each other quickly. "Look
at me, drenched through, shivering cold. I've walked the city over.
Caught in the rain! Yes, I guess I did get caught in the rain, and it
ain't your fault I didn't catch my death-a-cold; wouldn't even let me
have a nickel for car fare."
"But, Mac," protested Trina, "I didn't know it was going to rain."
The dentist put back his head and laughed scornfully. His face was very
red, and his small eyes twinkled. "Hoh! no, you didn't know it was going
to rain. Didn't I TELL you it was?" he exclaimed, suddenly angry again.
"Oh, you're a DAISY, you are. Think I'm going to put up with your
foolishness ALL the time? Who's the boss, you or I?"
"Why, Mac, I never saw you this way before. You talk like a different
man."
"Well, I AM a different man," retorted the dentist, savagely. "You can't
make small of me ALWAYS."
"Well, never mind that. You know I'm not trying to make small of you.
But never mind that. Did you get a place?"
"Give me my money," exclaimed McTeague, jumping up briskly. There was
an activity, a positive nimbleness about the huge blond giant that
had never been his before; also his stupidity, the sluggishness of his
brain, seemed to be unusually stimulated.
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