“You were born for great things,” he said huskily. "Out of the twelve hundred subjects I've tucked up, I may safely place half to his account. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about. "Look at him!" Ruth looked. ’ ‘But you must want more. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. She gloried in it: he needed her.
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