We had such a pride in you, such
hope in you. The letter began:
“MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—”
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate
gesture flung them into the fire. Perhaps
what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of
his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet
for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. ”
Miss Stanley reflected as Ann Veronica went toward the house. I know not who you
are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper
folded round his throat. 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.
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