He was now almost driven to despair. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her father’s regard. In fine, to marry Ruth (if she would consent) as a punishment for what he had done! To whip his soul so long as he lived, but to let his body go free! To provide for her, to work and dream for her, to be tender and thoughtful and loyal, to shelter and guard her, to become accountable to God for her future. I hope that she is okay. ’ ‘Oui, mais—safe. They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers. But, feeling secure of vengeance, he determined to abide his time.
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