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Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned towards her. He had something across his knees. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. He was ruffled, and his ears were red, no doubt from some adjacent controversy. 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. ‘Signed by a priest at Le Havre, so it must be true. But for him she might have been alive and happy. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing.
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