3/27 Every other Sunday he became an irresponsible animal, a beast, a brute, crazy with alcohol. She was an overworked drudge, fiery and energetic for all that, filled with the one idea of having her son rise in life and enter a profession. The chance had come at last when the father died, corroded with alcohol, collapsing in a few hours. Two or three years later a travelling dentist visited the mine and put up his tent near the bunk-house. He was more or less of a charlatan, but he fired Mrs.McTeague's ambition, and young McTeague went away with him to learn his profession. |