“No,” she
answered, reluctantly. He went over his interview with her again, their
conversation at dinner-time. Look at me. "To those who, like me, have never been able to get out of the dark
and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge, and the sooner they reach it
the better. These sweeping dignities were
not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed
things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. 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. And, when I have seen him pining away
before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought
my prayers were heard.
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