That same night McTeague was awakened by a shrill scream, and woke to find Trina's arms around his neck.

She was trembling so that the bed-springs creaked.
"Huh ?" cried the dentist, sitting up in bed, raising his clinched fists.
"Huh?
What?
What?
What is it?
What is it ?" "Oh, Mac," gasped his wife, "I had such an awful dream.

I dreamed about Maria.

I thought she was chasing me, and I couldn't run, and her throat was--Oh, she was all covered with blood.

Oh-h, I am so frightened!" Trina had borne up very well for the first day or so after the affair, and had given her testimony to the coroner with far greater calmness than Heise.