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“We are not going the right way,” she exclaimed. Manning; and repeated, “a sort of history. Every article in the trunk was fully known to her, through a recounting of the list by the doctor. 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. Everything. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. Mr. Anna sprang to her feet with a startled cry. She had felt deserving of the punishment, as he had been mainly concerned that she would be killed by accidentally falling into the pit, but it was a terrible insult. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her hand. But tell her this, too. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. They lived in a castle, the same place she had been turned in.
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