The dentist sat there leaning on his elbows, his back toward her; against the white blur of the table he looked colossal.

Above his giant shoulders rose his thick, red neck and mane of yellow hair.

The light shone pink through the gristle of his enormous ears.
Trina entered the bedroom, closing the door after her.

At the sound, she heard McTeague start and rise.
"Is that you, Trina ?" She did not answer; but paused in the middle of the room, holding her breath, trembling.
The dentist crossed the outside room, parted the chenille portieres, and came in.

He came toward her quickly, making as if to take her in his arms.