“Oh, Lucy. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of
them. ‘I’m not going to
arrest you, young Jack—yet. 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. "
"But, goodness me, the hotel will take care of him! Why not? They sold him the
poison. "Teach you to keep your distance!" retorted Mrs. ” She
replied. “She must look forward to Italy. "By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande
off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. "
"Loves!" echoed Winifred, slightly colouring. We hide it bravely, but so it is. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. And, if
you'll give me such a smack of your sweet lips, Miss, as you've just given
Thames, I'll take myself off in less than no time.
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