She left them and went
back to Sebastian, never uttering a word about her visit. ’
‘What?’
Roding’s glare tried Gerald’s control severely, but he pursued his theme
unheeding. No good at all. CHAPTER VIII. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big
eyebrows like dead caterpillars. He no longer made love to her, as
there was no point. 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. This fruit
was McClintock's particular pride. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his
cockaded hat and handing it over. He was nearly wincing.
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