Even as she watched, the sweat of
weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. Not to go to her is wickeder
than if I had run away with my friend's wife. "That's fine," said O'Higgins. "
"But why? In the name of God, why? Your flesh and blood! Have you never
loved anything?"
"Are you indeed my daughter's lawful husband?" Enschede countered. She was good to me for the
two years I stayed with her, she had a nice apartment in
Galveston. 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. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and
sniffed. She reached for the door handle. All he will say is that she said
so—as if anyone could believe a word the girl said.
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