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But perhaps you don't know; there was nothing in the pockets. ‘I did not send you a card because in the normal way of things you rarely attend such affairs. They send you every good wish. "Ay. ” “Thank you,” Anna answered. He seemed like a very intelligent doctor and not at all like a snooty archbishop. 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. Rummage, my boy, do. I was his wife. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. But Sheppard was not to be silenced. "I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length.
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