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. Marry me. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. 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 would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all
bounds; but poor Mrs. . One who—who—tres. And for me there is only
one treasure-house. I’ve always had a sneaking desire
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