She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. She looked at her for a moment fixedly. If you forget your sex, jade, I must forget mine. 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. It is that you cannot refuse her sanctuary. ‘I told you I would find out all about you, Melusine.
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