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She could feel her face turning beet red. ” She laughed softly. 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 scratched his upper lip reflectively. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. There was, in fact, only one clear thought in his fevered brain: he had reached the hotel without falling down. ’ He looked the girl up and down. “I thought every one had heard,” said Miss Klegg.
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