The strained, exalted state of Marcus's nerves ended by putting him into fine humor as well.

His grief suddenly changed to an excess of gaiety.

The afternoon was a success.

They slapped each other on the back with great blows of the open palms, and they drank each other's health in a third round of beer.
Ten minutes after his renunciation of Trina Sieppe, Marcus astounded McTeague with a tremendous feat.
"Looka here, Mac.

I know somethun you can't do.