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She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. Wanton!… This, then,
was what her father had meant. So she said: “I won’t come home. ‘I’ve had
enough of this. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. 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.
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