" "So I perceive," said Ruth, withdrawing her hands. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. In fine, to marry Ruth (if she would consent) as a punishment for what he had done! To whip his soul so long as he lived, but to let his body go free! To provide for her, to work and dream for her, to be tender and thoughtful and loyal, to shelter and guard her, to become accountable to God for her future. ’ Gerald let out a sigh both relieved and satisfied and repeated the name.
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