Now, more than ever, it was time to start running. " Mrs. Her evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. “I will put the question,” Drummond said gravely. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. You’re a far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned his father.
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