But if you take a
dollar-bill out of another man's cash drawer, you are sent to jail
and branded as a thief. And it is right--looked at from one
standpoint--the protection of society. It is the absence of all
mercy in the enforcement of the law that angers me."
Ruth moved her head and nestled the closer. How had she lived all
the years of her life, she thought to herself, without this
shoulder to lean on and this hand to guide her? She made no
answer. She had never thought about these things in that way
before, but she would now. It was so restful and so blissful just
to have him lead her, he who was so strong and self-reliant, and
whose vision was so clear, and who never dwelt upon the little
issues. And it was such a relief to reach up her arms and kiss him
and say, "Yes, blessed," and to feel herself safe in his hands.
She had never been able to do that with her father. He had always
leaned on her when schemes of economies were to be thought out, or
details of their daily lives planned. All this was changed now.
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