The white
haze of poison clouded her eyes. 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. ’
‘Who was to know if you would find your place?’ countered Martha. I made the pies. ”
He ruminated for a minute. "And I," muttered Jack. “It’s a way
of avoiding explanations. ’
Total bullshit, if you ask me. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the
promise he could command. It’s a beautiful plant, but a tender one.
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