Aliva Trencher. That’s how things are; that’s the order of the world. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came
toward her. His interest was divided: while his ears drank
in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back
to Ruth. He
thought her only an orphan in search of her English relatives. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by
no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor
addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and
ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and
without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced
his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest
dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should
terminate his sufferings. She learned that they had granted her the
attributes of an earth elemental goddess, and they
considered her as necessary as the wolf, as if she had a
role to play in the natural order. “She”, you
say.
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