Hergriefwasterrible。Shedughernailsintoherscalp，andclutchingtheheavycoilsofherthickblackhairtoreitagainandagain。Shestruckherforeheadwithherclenchedfists。Herlittlebodyshookfromheadtofootwiththeviolenceofhersobbing。Shegroundhersmallteethtogetherandbeatherheaduponthefloorwithallherstrength。
　　Herhairwasuncoiledandhangingatangled，dishevelledmassfarbelowherwaist；herdresswastorn；aspotofbloodwasuponherforehead；hereyeswereswollen；hercheeksflamedvermilionfromthefeverthatragedinherveins。OldMissBakerfoundherthustowardsfiveo’clockthenextmorning。
　　Whathadhappenedbetweenoneo’clockanddawnofthatfearfulnightTrinaneverremembered。Shecouldonlyrecallherself，asinapicture，kneelingbeforeherbrokenandrifledtrunk，andthen——weekslater，soitseemedtoher——
　　shewoketofindherselfinherownbedwithanicedbandageaboutherforeheadandthelittleolddressmakeratherside，strokingherhot，drypalm。
　　ThefactsofthematterwerethattheGermanwomanwholivedbelowhadbeenawakenedsomehoursaftermidnightbythesoundsofTrina’sweeping。ShehadcomeupstairsandintotheroomtofindTrinastretchedfacedownwarduponthefloor，half-consciousandsobbing，inthethroesofanhysteriaforwhichtherewasnorelief。Thewoman，terrified，hadcalledherhusband，andbetweenthemtheyhadgotTrinauponthebed。ThentheGermanwomanhappenedtorememberthatTrinahadfriendsinthebigflatnearby，andhadsentherhusbandtofetchtheretireddressmaker，whilesheherselfremainedbehindtoundressTrinaandputhertobed。MissBakerhadcomeoveratonce，andbegantocryherselfatthesightofthedentist’spoorlittlewife。Shedidnotstoptoaskwhatthetroublewas，andindeeditwouldhavebeenuselesstoattempttogetanycoherentexplanationfromTrinaatthattime。MissBakerhadsenttheGermanwoman’shusbandtogetsomeiceatoneofthe“all-night“restaurantsofthestreet；hadkeptcold，wettowelsonTrina’shead；hadcombedandrecombedherwonderfulthickhair；andhadsatdownbythesideofthebed，holdingherhothand，withitspoormaimedfingers，waitingpatientlyuntilTrinashouldbeabletospeak。
　　TowardsmorningTrinaawoke——orperhapsitwasamereregainingofconsciousness——lookedamomentatMissBaker，thenabouttheroomuntilhereyesfelluponhertrunkwithitsbrokenlock。Thensheturnedoveruponthepillowandbegantosobagain。Sherefusedtoansweranyofthelittledressmaker’squestions，shakingherheadviolently，herfacehiddeninthepillow。
　　BybreakfasttimeherfeverhadincreasedtosuchapointthatMissBakertookmattersintoherownhandsandhadtheGermanwomancalladoctor。Hearrivedsometwentyminuteslater。Hewasabig，kindlyfellowwholivedoverthedrugstoreonthecorner。Hehadadeepvoiceandatremendousstridinggaitlesssuggestiveofaphysicianthanofasergeantofacavalrytroop。
　　BythetimeofhisarrivallittleMissBakerhaddivinedintuitivelytheentiretrouble。Sheheardthedoctor’sswingingtrampintheentrybelow，andheardtheGermanwomansaying：
　　“Righdoopderstairs，atderbackofderhalle。Derroommitderdooroppen。“
　　MissBakermetthedoctoratthelanding，shetoldhiminawhisperofthetrouble。
　　“Herhusband’sdesertedher，I’mafraid，doctor，andtookallofhermoney——agooddealofit。It’saboutkilledthepoorchild。Shewasoutofherheadagooddealofthenight，andnowshe’sgotaragingfever。“
　　ThedoctorandMissBakerreturnedtotheroomandentered，closingthedoor。ThebigdoctorstoodforamomentlookingdownatTrinarollingherheadfromsidetosideuponthepillow，herfacescarlet，herenormousmaneofhairspreadoutoneithersideofher。Thelittledressmakerremainedathiselbow，lookingfromhimtoTrina。
　　“Poorlittlewoman！“saidthedoctor；“poorlittlewoman！“
　　MissBakerpointedtothetrunk，whispering：
　　“See，there’swhereshekepthersavings。See，hebrokethelock。“
　　“Well，Mrs。McTeague，“saidthedoctor，sittingdownbythebed，andtakingTrina’swrist，“alittlefever，eh？“
　　Trinaopenedhereyesandlookedathim，andthenatMissBaker。Shedidnotseemintheleastsurprisedattheunfamiliarfaces。Sheappearedtoconsideritallasamatterofcourse。
　　“Yes，“shesaid，withalong，tremulousbreath，“Ihaveafever，andmyhead——myheadachesandaches。“
　　Thedoctorprescribedrestandmildopiates。ThenhiseyefelluponthefingersofTrina’srighthand。Helookedatthemsharply。Adeepredglow，unmistakabletoaphysician’seyes，wasuponsomeofthem，extendingfromthefingertipsuptothesecondknuckle。
　　“Hello，“heexclaimed，“what’sthematterhere？“Infactsomethingwasverywrongindeed。FordaysTrinahadnoticedit。Thefingersofherrighthandhadswollenasneverbefore，achinganddiscolored。CruellylaceratedbyMcTeague’sbrutalityastheywere，shehadneverthelessgoneonaboutherworkontheNoah’sarkanimals，constantlyincontactwiththe“non-poisonous“paint。Shetoldasmuchtothedoctorinanswertohisquestions。Heshookhisheadwithanexclamation。
　　“Why，thisisblood-poisoning，youknow，“hetoldher；“theworstkind。You’llhavetohavethosefingersamputated，beyondadoubt，orlosetheentirehand——orevenworse。“
　　“Andmywork！“exclaimedTrina。
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　　Onecanholdascrubbing-brushwithtwogoodfingersandthestumpsoftwoothersevenifbothjointsofthethumbaregone，butittakesconsiderablepracticetogetusedtoit。
　　Trinabecameascrub-woman。ShehadtakencouncilofSelina，andthroughherhadobtainedthepositionofcare-
　　takerinalittlememorialkindergartenoveronPacificStreet。LikePolkStreet，itwasanaccommodationstreet，butrunningthroughamuchpoorerandmoresordidquarter。
　　Trinahadalittleroomoverthekindergartenschoolroom。
　　Itwasnotanunpleasantroom。Itlookedoutuponasunnylittlecourtflooredwithboardsandusedasthechildren’splayground。Twogreatcherrytreesgrewhere，theleavesalmostbrushingagainstthewindowofTrina’sroomandfilteringthesunlightsothatitfellinroundgoldenspotsupontheflooroftheroom。“Likegoldpieces，“Trinasaidtoherself。
　　Trina’sworkconsistedintakingcareofthekindergartenrooms，scrubbingthefloors，washingthewindows，dustingandairing，andcarryingouttheashes。BesidesthissheearnedsomefivedollarsamonthbywashingdownthefrontstepsofsomebigflatsonWashingtonStreet，andbycleaningoutvacanthousesafterthetenantshadleft。Shesawnoone。Nobodyknewher。Shewentaboutherworkfromdawntodark，andoftenentiredayspassedwhenshedidnothearthesoundofherownvoice。Shewasalone，asolitary，abandonedwoman，lostinthelowesteddiesofthegreatcity’stide——thetidethatalwaysebbs。
　　WhenTrinahadbeendischargedfromthehospitalaftertheoperationonherfingers，shefoundherselfaloneintheworld，alonewithherfivethousanddollars。Theinterestofthiswouldsupporther，andyetallowhertosavealittle。
　　ButforatimeTrinahadthoughtofgivingupthefightaltogetherandofjoiningherfamilyinthesouthernpartoftheState。Butevenwhileshehesitatedaboutthisshereceivedalongletterfromhermother，ananswertoonesheherselfhadwrittenjustbeforetheamputationofherright-
　　handfingers——thelastlettershewouldeverbeabletowrite。Mrs。Sieppe’sletterwasonelonglamentation；shehadherownmisfortunestobewailaswellasthoseofherdaughter。Thecarpet-cleaningandupholsterybusinesshadfailed。Mr。SieppeandOwgoostehadleftforNewZealandwithacolonizationcompany，whitherMrs。Sieppeandthetwinsweretofollowthemassoonasthecolonyestablisheditself。SofarfromhelpingTrinainherillfortune，itwasshe，hermother，whomightsomedayinthenearfuturebeobligedtoturntoTrinaforaid。SoTrinahadgivenuptheideaofanyhelpfromherfamily。Forthatmattersheneedednone。Shestillhadherfivethousand，andUncleOelbermannpaidhertheinterestwithamachine-likeregularity。NowthatMcTeaguehadlefther，therewasonelessmouthtofeed；andwiththissaving，togetherwiththelittleshecouldearnasscrub-woman，TrinacouldalmostmanagetomakegoodtheamountshelostbybeingobligedtoceaseworkupontheNoah’sarkanimals。
　　LittlebylittlehersorrowoverthelossofherprecioussavingsovercamethegriefofMcTeague’sdesertionofher。
　　Heravaricehadgrowntobeheronedominantpassion；herloveofmoneyforthemoney’ssakebroodedinherheart，drivingoutbydegreeseveryothernaturalaffection。Shegrewthinandmeagre；herfleshclovetighttohersmallskeleton；hersmallpalemouthandlittleupliftedchingrewtohaveacertainfelineeagernessofexpression；herlong，narroweyesglistenedcontinually，asiftheycaughtandheldtheglintofmetal。Onedayasshesatinherroom，theemptybrassmatch-boxandthelimpchamoisbaginherhands，shesuddenlyexclaimed：
　　“Icouldhaveforgivenhimifhehadonlygoneawayandleftmemymoney。Icouldhave——yes，IcouldhaveforgivenhimevenTHIS“——shelookedatthestumpsofherfingers。
　　“Butnow，“herteethclosedtightandhereyesflashed，“now——I’ll——never——forgive——him——as-long——as——I——live。“
　　Theemptybagandthehollow，lightmatch-boxtroubledher。
　　Dayafterdayshetookthemfromhertrunkandweptoverthemasotherwomenweepoveradeadbaby’sshoe。Herfourhundreddollarsweregone，weregone，weregone。Shewouldneverseethemagain。Shecouldplainlyseeherhusbandspendinghersavingsbyhandfuls；squanderingherbeautifulgoldpiecesthatshehadbeenatsuchpainstopolishwithsoapandashes。Thethoughtfilledherwithanunspeakableanguish。ShewouldwakeatnightfromadreamofMcTeaguerevellingdownhermoney，andaskofthedarkness，“Howmuchdidhespendto-day？Howmanyofthegoldpiecesareleft？
　　Hashebrokeneitherofthetwotwenty-dollarpiecesyet？
　　Whatdidhespenditfor？“