"And Mr.Grannis right next door, too.

You can understand how trying it is for both of us." She would come out in the hall after one of these apparitions, her little false curls shaking, talking loud and shrill to any one in reach of her voice.
"Well," Marcus would shout, "shut your door, then, if you don't want to see.

Look out, now, here I come again.

Not even a porous plaster on me this time." On this Wednesday morning Marcus called McTeague out into the hall, to the head of the stairs that led down to the street door.
"Come and listen to Maria, Mac," said he.
Maria sat on the next to the lowest step, her chin propped by her two fists.

The red-headed Polish Jew, the ragman Zerkow, stood in the doorway.