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“Compromise and kindness. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. My will is executed, and placed in safe custody. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. “What have I been all this time?” she asked herself, and answered, “Just stark egotism, crude assertion of Ann Veronica, without a modest rag of religion or discipline or respect for authority to cover me!” It seemed to her as though she had at last found the touchstone of conduct. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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