” The man made no attempt to recover the revolver. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. They did not want her. Wood; but they never come now. Which is why I wasn’t able to see him until today. 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. She wanted to be alone. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind. She spoke slowly. "Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously. Mr. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. "Hey, you!" Ah Cum stopped and turned.
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