“Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. “An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. Maybe others that I do not know about. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. “You too were deceived. Everything. Will you come sensibly, or shall I carry you? You are mine!" Ruth's peculiar education had not vitiated the primitive senses; they were always on guard; and in a moment such as this they rushed instantly to the surface.
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