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"You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her hands, pushing her away. 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. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. I had nosebleeds that day and I got halfway up the rope before I fell off. ‘Aye, sir. "Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson.
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