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‘What would you? The nuns they would not
believe me, and so it was not possible for me to stay. ’
‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. All
the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a
house when people leave it in the summer. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire
was hers. "To be sure I will, my child. She is more dear to me than anything else. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. So far as regards his
attire, Baptist was not seen to advantage. There was no
light in the room; but, notwithstanding this, the young man did not fail to detect
the buxom figure of Mrs. A strange betrothal!—the primal idea of which was escape! The girl, intent upon
abrogating for ever all legal rights of the father in the daughter, of rendering
innocuous the thing she had now named the Terror: the boy, seeking selfcrucifixion in expiation of his transgression, changing a peccadillo into
damnation!
It was easy for Ruth to surrender to the idea, for she believed she was loved; and
in gratitude it was already her determination to give this boy her heart's blood,
drop by drop, if he wanted it. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his
fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. She hung for a
moment, and then went on, conclusively, “Until we have the vote that is how
things WILL be. What is it? Good God!”
An unhappy little smile parted her lips. ”
“And the people?” Brendon asked.
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