Go on, Mac; hurry, before he goes." McTeague went out, closing the door.

Trina stood for a moment looking intently at the bricks at her feet.

Then she returned to the table, and sat down again before the notice, and, resting her head in both her fists, read it yet another time.

Suddenly the conviction seized upon her that it was all true.

McTeague would be obliged to stop work, no matter how good a dentist he was.