Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. She must have the capability to learn magic, to learn the enchantments that add to her power. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. Wild will hang me. Then she uttered a strangled, ‘Espéce de bête!’ and burst into tears.
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