She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. 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. There was something fatalistic about the letter H. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. Annabel, I cannot believe it. ’ Gerald laughed. I have weird skin.
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