He stood before a low one-story building, differing from the others in that it was painted.

A verandah, shut in with mosquito netting, surrounded it.

McTeague dropped his blanket roll on a lumber pile outside, and came up and knocked at the open door.

Some one called to him to come in.
McTeague entered, rolling his eyes about him, noting the changes that had been made since he had last seen this place.

A partition had been knocked down, making one big room out of the two former small ones.