It had come at last. After all these years
they were together; they understood each other. They stood at length in
a little Elysium of their own creating. They walked hand in hand in
a delicious garden where it was always autumn. Far from the world
and together they entered upon the long retarded romance of their
commonplace and uneventful lives.
CHAPTER 18
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. It was only a week later that the horror of the thing came
upon her again. She was so nervous that she hardly dared to be alone in
the daytime, and almost every night woke with a cry of terror, trembling
with the recollection of some dreadful nightmare.
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