‘How do you know?’ ‘Exactly,’ pounced Roding bitterly. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. 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. I knew it.
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