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At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. 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. “He will find it difficult no doubt to alter his style of living,” she said.
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