Somewhere in another part of the building a mammoth music-box was jangling out a quickstep.

From outside came the long, rhythmical rush of the surf and the sonorous barking of the seals upon the seal rocks.

The four dogs curled themselves down upon the sanded floor.
"Here's how," said Marcus, half emptying his glass.

"Ah-h!" he added, with a long breath, "that's good; it is, for a fact." For the last hour of their walk Marcus had done nearly all the talking.
McTeague merely answering him by uncertain movements of the head.

For that matter, the dentist had been silent and preoccupied throughout the whole afternoon.