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Mary Diana Dods. Tales of the Wild and the Wonderful
Tales of the Wild and the Wonderful
Table of Contents
THE PREDICTION
THE YELLOW DWARF. A TALE OF THE ORANGE TREE
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
DER FREISCHÜTZ; OR, THE MAGIC BALLS
THE FORTUNES OF DE LA POLE
THE LORD. OF THE. MAELSTROM
PART I. THE RAVEN
PART II. THE ISLE OF THE MAELSTROM
PART III. THE GUESTS
PART IV. THE RETURN
PART V. ODIN
The Legend of Sigge
PART I
PART II
PART III
PART IV
PART V
Footnote
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Mary Diana Dods
Published by Good Press, 2021
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But Rhys seemed afraid to open his bag in the presence of her he had wronged. Ruth understood his fears; but, scorning vindication of her principles, contented herself with entreating him to be honest. “Be more just to thyself and me,” she persisted: “the debt of gratitude I pardon thee; but, I beseech thee, leave me not to encounter the consequence of having stolen from my friend the animal which is his only means of subsistence: I pray thee, Rhys, not to condemn me to scorn.”
It was to no avail that Ruth humbled herself to entreaties; Meredith answered not, and while she was yet speaking, cast side-long looks towards the gate where the horse was waiting for his service, and seemed meditating, whether he should not dart from Ruth, and escape her entreaties and demands by dint of speed. Her stern eye detected his purpose; and, indignant at his baseness, and ashamed of her own degradation, she sprung suddenly towards him, made a desperate clutch at the leathern bag, and tore it from the grasp of the deceiver. Meredith made an attempt to recover it, and a fierce struggle ensued, which drove them both back towards the yawning mouth of the cave from which he had just ascended to the world. On its very verge, on its very extreme edge, the demon who had so long ruled his spirit now instigated him to mischief, and abandoned him to his natural brutality: he struck the unhappy Ruth a revengeful and tremendous blow. At that moment a horrible thought glanced like lightning through her soul; he was to her no longer what he had been; he was a robber, ruffian, liar; one whom to destroy was justice, and perhaps it was he—. “Villain!” she cried, “thou—thou didst predict that I was doomed to be a murderer! art thou—art thou destined to be the victim?” She flung him from her with terrific force, as he stood close to the abyss, and the next instant heard him dash against its sides, as he was whirled headlong into the darkness.
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