" "I've had the hard work to do, at all events," rejoined Jack, "But I won't complain. "I was at Tyburn. " "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. But I shan’t try to stop you. 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. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. Without a word, the general reached out and took them, but his glance searched the girl’s face. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. He is steeped in the conventions. She smiled.
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