Oh, Trina!" He put his arms about her and drew her down closer to him.
"Never mind, dear; never mind," cried Trina, through her tears.

"It'll all come right in the end, and we'll be poor together if we have to.

You can sure find something else to do.

We'll start in again." "Look at the slate there," said McTeague, pulling away from her and reaching down the slate on which he kept a record of his appointments.
"Look at them.

There's Vanovitch at two on Wednesday, and Loughhead's wife Thursday morning, and Heise's little girl Thursday afternoon at one-thirty; Mrs.Watson on Friday, and Vanovitch again Saturday morning early--at seven.