We're to be given a treat to-night. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. But I tell you in return, I shall take no pains to hide myself. If you choose to requite me by detaining me, you are at liberty to do so. 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. You will find proofs of the bloody deed in his room. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. The Night-Cellar.
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