I went down to the sign painter's yesterday afternoon to see about that big gold tooth for a sign.

It costs too much; I can't get it yet a while.

There's two kinds, one German gilt and the other French gilt; but the German gilt is no good." McTeague sighed, and wagged his head.

Even Trina and the five thousand dollars could not make him forget this one unsatisfied longing.
At other times they would talk at length over their plans, while Trina sipped her chocolate and McTeague devoured huge chunks of butterless bread.

They were to be married at the end of May, and the dentist already had his eye on a couple of rooms, part of the suite of a bankrupt photographer.