There’s that old gentleman at the end of the
table—Bullding his name is. You are not going
anywhere but to the Tredgold College. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small
pine plantation. “Yes,” said Ann Veronica, trying to think where they were, trying to get things
plain again that had seemed plain enough in the quiet of the night. 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.
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