CHAPTER 14.
"Well, what do you think ?" said Trina.
She and McTeague stood in a tiny room at the back of the flat and on its very top floor.

The room was whitewashed.

It contained a bed, three cane-seated chairs, and a wooden washstand with its washbowl and pitcher.

From its single uncurtained window one looked down into the flat's dirty back yard and upon the roofs of the hovels that bordered the alley in the rear.

There was a rag carpet on the floor.