57/59 But what did she know of McTeague, after all? I'm afraid," she cried. "I don't want to frighten you." She looked at him wildly, her adorable little chin quivering, the tears brimming in her narrow blue eyes. Then her glance took on a certain intentness, and she peered curiously into his face, saying almost in a whisper: "I'm afraid of YOU." But the dentist did not heed her. An immense joy seized upon him--the joy of possession. |