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When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. “Child! An Oracle is a woman who has had her womb poisoned out of her, a eunuch. “Married already,” he said, with his mouth full. Meanwhile, she was spirited away from John and bombarded by half-familiar people who attempted to chat with her above the roar of the crowd. He has escaped. I believe you have had it pulled down, have you not?” “The Misses Pellissier!” he exclaimed. 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. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified.
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