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Her aunt was a long time before she answered. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel. "Leave him to me," he said. Well, I don't blame you on that ground. So dreadful were these shouts as to produce an effect upon the hardened feelings of Jonathan, who shrank out of sight. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. 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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