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. Her neck was smeared with red and remorse flooded him. “I haven’t seen the new Patience, dear,” she said. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. Even there a woman never gets a fair chance. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it. Besides, your remark is not in the least complimentary. The only thing they don’t fight over is the addition.
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