“For a moment, Trina stood looking at him as he lay thus, prone, inert, half dressed, and stupefied with the heat of the room, the steam beer, and the fumes of the cheap tobacco.” — Frank Norris, in McTeague: Story of San Francisco, 1899
“For a moment, Trina stood looking at him as he lay thus, prone, inert, half dressed, and stupefied with the heat of the room, the steam beer, and the fumes of the cheap tobacco.” — Frank Norris, in McTeague: Story of San Francisco, 1899