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And nothing to tell her where to begin. Had Valade been to see him? Possibly even yesterday when he was followed by some young lad—and the girl, of course. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks 90 in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a storm. The evenings were dulcet and soft. 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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