The little court below was bright with moonlight, and standing just on the edge of the shadow thrown by one of the cherry trees was McTeague.

A bunch of half-ripe cherries was in his hand.

He was eating them and throwing the pits at the window.

As he caught sight of her, he made an eager sign for her to raise the sash.

Reluctant and wondering, Trina obeyed, and the dentist came quickly forward.