He had put himself before the threshold of damnation; for Ruth was now a vestal in the temple. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. ’ ‘I have no game. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. For she needed him. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. ‘She is constantly thinking of you,’ I said. I have come thirteen thousand miles for this young fellow; I'm ready to go galloping thirteen thousand more.
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