Half a minute, Vee. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. Her orgasm began as an insistent throb. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. 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. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Leave the room! leave the house, Sir! and enter it again at your peril. There is a new life, different from the old life of dependence, possible. Consequences of the Theft X.
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