That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. She pulled him down by his lapels and arched her head readily towards his neck. " "Then you are hurt," cried the carpenter in alarm. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. ’ She paused, struggling for the word. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. I’ve accustomed myself to think of you— as if you were like every other girl who works at the schools—as something quite outside these possibilities. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features.
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