He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. 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. For freedom at least. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. ” He smiled, and she felt love for him in that moment as the smile lit up his ebony eyes, eyes whose blackness seemed unfathomable. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. ” His arms were around her. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. “Stop it!.
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