His life had shaped itself; was, no doubt, to continue always along these same lines.
A woman had entered his small world and instantly there was discord.

The disturbing element had appeared.

Wherever the woman had put her foot a score of distressing complications had sprung up, like the sudden growth of strange and puzzling flowers.
"Say, Mac, go on; let's have ut straight," urged Marcus, leaning toward him.

"Has any duck been doing you dirt ?" he cried, his face crimson on the instant.
"No," said McTeague, helplessly.
"Come along, old man," persisted Marcus; "let's have ut.

What is the row?
I'll do all I can to help you." It was more than McTeague could bear.