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It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. “You’ll do no such thing, Sheila. He had more time for her. That terrible Young Person! she’s vanished. Do you know how late it is?” She nodded. ‘Well, if that’s what the good Lord wants, then you’ll just have to accept it. Birthdays just ain’t the same once you get old kiddo. Even there a woman never gets a fair chance. It brought no coconut. 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. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards.
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