It was true. Tea in
the laboratory was a sort of suffragette reception. “You must come home to him at once,” said Miss Stanley. To-morrow we'll raise our first island. Her foster
father had been outside for most of the morning, working
on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. “Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an
impatient indication of the direction. That shining
slope of snow, and how we talked of death! We might have died! Even when we
are old, when we are rich as we may be, we won’t forget the tune when we cared
nothing for anything but the joy of one another, when we risked everything for
one another, when all the wrappings and coverings seemed to have fallen from
life and left it light and fire. 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. Prudence twinkled at them, and
reached out to pat Melusine’s hand.
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