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. I want to boast myself. She is a magician sought by all. Leave me behind: I'm not afraid. “When are you going away?” He asked. Her fingers rested upon his. She saw me, and, Lady Ferringhall, I shall never forget her look as long as I live. He’s riding down the drive. I don't care how lonesome it is. . ’ She threw a melting look at Roding. There was one letter. Go off and live together—until we can marry. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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