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Still, he was puzzled because McClintock had not spoken. 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’m following a scent. We'll be upon the ban-dogs before they can shake their trotters!" And the alarm was sounded more loudly than ever.
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