In the centre of the
upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the
asylum. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as
his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair
—whatever it is—without bothering me. 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. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. "
"Perhaps so," rejoined the stranger; "but I have others in reserve, not so
generally known. Considering his convictions he felt that his
remark was a generous one. It had been a trying day.
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