The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. A skeleton was propped against the mantelpiece. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. He is the one who has said that she must go to the convent. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. 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 gave me four separate identities for herself, you must know, including Prudence, before I managed to get at her real name. But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene.
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