Sure not." The days passed, a week went by, McTeague continued his work as usual.
They heard no more from the City Hall, but the suspense of the situation was harrowing.

Trina was actually sick with it.

The terror of the thing was ever at their elbows, going to bed with them, sitting down with them at breakfast in the kitchen, keeping them company all through the day.
Trina dared not think of what would be their fate if the income derived from McTeague's practice was suddenly taken from them.

Then they would have to fall back on the interest of her lottery money and the pittance she derived from the manufacture of the Noah's ark animals, a little over thirty dollars a month.

No, no, it was not to be thought of.