The Night-Cellar XVIII. 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. ’ If she suffered from dragging pain in her joints, Gerald thought it explained why her features were prematurely lined. Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his eye. Operations then commenced.
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