“They are full of the usual foolish stories. 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 gurgled as if trying to communicate. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work
pavement was greasy with mud. The woollen-draper was no
despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork
were child's sport compared with those of Mr. You think you will. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill
they called him?”
He nodded. “Michelle, the only reason I ever started to behave or
dress differently was to please that boy. “My word holds,” she said.
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