He nodded. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any
violin?”
She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play
violin. Then go
and fetch this daughter of yourn. "Put it in your
teeth and light it. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. ’
The lad Kimble moved swiftly to the door and walked out of the room. Ramage went
up the Avenue, and she hurried along the path with a beating heart and a
disagreeable sense of unsolved problems in her mind. 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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