Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation
and misery. 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 had made her first fight for dignity and freedom
as a grown-up and independent Person, and this was how the universe had
treated her. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would
understand.
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