“I noticed him call her attention to us as we passed down the room,” he
answered. ”
The conversation hung for a moment. “But I am your husband,” he said. "
"Who wouldn't be lively after thirty years' sleep? Did you hear her explain about
beachcombers? And yet she looks at one with the straightest glance I ever saw. 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. She was aware of
people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors—
moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the
dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. “Um, he took me to the Big Apple. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead.
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