I love him." And with them arose the vision of the man stretched to his full height, the light of the lamp glinting on his moist forehead, his bead-like eyes flashing in the rush of his anger.
As to the sacrifice both he and Ruth had just made, and it was now final, this no longer troubled him.

He had already weighed for her every side of the question, taking especial pains to discuss each phase of the subject, even going so far as to disagree with MacFarlane's opinion as to the worthlessness of the ore lands.

But the dear child had never wavered.
"No!--I don't care," she had answered with a toss of her head.

"Let the land go if there is no other way.

We can get on without it, my darling, and these poor people cannot." She had not, of course, if the truth must be told, weighed any of the consequences of what their double sacrifice might entail, nor had she realized the long years of work which might ensue, or the self-denial and constant anxiety attending its repayment.
Practical questions on so large a scale had been outside the range of her experience.