Suddenly the red blood leaped from her heart with a thought, “What God hath joined together man cannot put asunder!”
King’s face grew somber as he saw her elation.
He knew that some mysterious spirit had suddenly dropped a veil between them.
When they returned home she was very quiet and her dark eyes shone with unusual brilliance.
“Ruth, you are thinking of that man,” he said, with a scowl.
She nodded gently.
King trembled and his fists clenched.
“I could kill him, the great egotistical brute! How strange the madness that binds a woman to the man to whom she first surrenders! I sometimes think it is the most blind, pathetic and tragic instinct that ever shadowed the soul of a human being. It is degrading. You are a woman of character and intelligence. You must shake off this peasant’s mania.”
She shook her head with a yearning, mystic look.
“I believe God had a great purpose when He made a woman’s heart like that. I love him. My very soul and body have become in some mysterious way one with him.”