Where was all Trina's resolve then?
Where was her carefully prepared little speech?
Where was all her hesitation and torturing doubts of the last few days?
She clasped McTeague's huge red neck with both her slender arms; she raised her adorable little chin and kissed him in return, exclaiming: "Oh, I do love you! I do love you!" Never afterward were the two so happy as at that moment.
A little later in that same week, when Marcus and McTeague were taking lunch at the car conductors' coffee-joint, the former suddenly exclaimed: "Say, Mac, now that you've got Trina, you ought to do more for her.

By damn! you ought to, for a fact.

Why don't you take her out somewhere--to the theatre, or somewhere?
You ain't on to your job." Naturally, McTeague had told Marcus of his success with Trina.

Marcus had taken on a grand air.
"You've got her, have you?
Well, I'm glad of it, old man.

I am, for a fact.