Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She flailed against the doctor’s grip but after what seemed an eternity of kicking and flailing, amazingly, he had not seemed weakened in the slightest by her resistance. “A woman wants a proper alliance with a man, a man who is better stuff than herself. He sat down. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked. " "Vot o' that?" chuckled Abraham. But for him——” Something in her sister’s tone startled Anna. ’ She shrugged fatalistically.
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