A Woman's Fear of a Criminal

She determined to draw him from those evil influences which were sucking him down. She tiptoed forward and laid her hand lightly upon his bended shoulders. With a tiger spring he turned on her, and his right hand was feeling for her throat. But she had recovered from that sudden glimpse of guilty fear which she had read in the man's face. All her woman's instinct told her that it was not the mere fright of a man who was startled. Guilt, that's what it was, guilt and fear.