‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. “No!” he said aloud at last. He raised her to a sitting position. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. ‘Come, mademoiselle. She bounced onto her bottom. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. To begin with, he struck her as being the most variable person she had ever encountered. May I ask the nature of your interest in her?” He hesitated. As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. 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. "I knew him at once.
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