What was Marcus Schouler's hatred to him, who had Trina's affection?
What did he care about a broken pipe now that he had the tooth?
Let him go.

As Frenna said, he was not worth it.

He heard Marcus come out into the hall, shouting aggrievedly to anyone within sound of his voice: "An' now he breaks into my room--into my room, by damn! How do I know how many things he's stolen?
It's come to stealing from me, now, has it ?" He went into his room, banging his splintered door.
McTeague looked upward at the ceiling, in the direction of the voice, muttering: "Ah, go to bed, you." He went to bed himself, turning out the gas, but leaving the window-curtains up so that he could see the tooth the last thing before he went to sleep and the first thing as he arose in the morning.
But he was restless during the night.

Every now and then he was awakened by noises to which he had long since become accustomed.

Now it was the cackling of the geese in the deserted market across the street; now it was the stoppage of the cable, the sudden silence coming almost like a shock; and now it was the infuriated barking of the dogs in the back yard--Alec, the Irish setter, and the collie that belonged to the branch post-office raging at each other through the fence, snarling their endless hatred into each other's faces.