In the canon
McTeague
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 1899
- Pages
- Pages 350
A giant gilded molar swings above Polk Street, the sign McTeague dreamed of for years and could never afford, and under it a slow, enormous man works on teeth he holds no licence to touch. Then Trina's lottery ticket comes in, five thousand dollars in gold, and the money begins eating them both.
now at the distant horizon, now at the ground, now at the half-dead canary chittering feebly in its little gilt prison.
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