In place of a closet some dozen wooden pegs were affixed to the wall over the washstand.

There was a smell of cheap soap and of ancient hair-oil in the air.
"That's a single bed," said Trina, "but the landlady says she'll put in a double one for us.

You see----" "I ain't going to live here," growled McTeague.
"Well, you've got to live somewhere," said Trina, impatiently.

"We've looked Polk Street over, and this is the only thing we can afford." "Afford, afford," muttered the dentist.

"You with your five thousand dollars, and the two or three hundred you got saved up, talking about 'afford.' You make me sick." "Now, Mac," exclaimed Trina, deliberately, sitting down in one of the cane-seated chairs; "now, Mac, let's have this thing----" "Well, I don't figure on living in one room," growled the dentist, sullenly.