She looked at him mournfully. ’
Tears sprang to Melusine’s own eyes, and she clasped the hand she held more
tightly. She lost it in the Mint. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette
of Canongate. 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. And she, she in her own person too, was this eternal
Bios, beginning again its recurrent journey to selection and multiplication and
failure or survival. Sorvelli caught me! In Fourth
Grade, I broke my arm because I tripped on a metal
doorway. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon.
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