Now there is none. I have always had a secret crush on him, to be honest with you. The water was cold but she waded deeper. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. 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.
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