Tuesday, April 11, 2023

the last book I ever read (McTeague: A Story of San Francisco by Frank Norris, excerpt seven)

from McTeague: A Story of San Francisco by Frank Norris:

"Mac," cried Trina, in alarm, "what are you thinking of? You talk as though we were millionaires. You must go down this minute. You're losing money every second you sit there." She goaded the huge fellow to his feet again, thrust his hat into his hands, and pushed him out of the door, he obeying the while, docile and obedient as a big cart horse. He was on the stairs when she came running after him.

"Mac, they paid you off, didn't they, when they discharged you?"


"Then you must have some money. Give it to me."

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