As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. . 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. Jolly hard life for a girl, getting a living. On the contrary, his glass was never idle, and finding it not filled quite so frequently as he desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive looks and muttered remonstrances of Mr. ’ ‘Ah, that is easy,’ she began, laughing. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. She laughed a little contemptuously.
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