The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. Seeing from the threatening looks of his captors, that they were about to wreak their vengeance upon him, the miserable wretch besought mercy in abject terms, and charged his master with the most atrocious crimes. You do not love your husband, you have married him for a position —to escape from—things which you feared. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood.
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