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But I dare not accept it. And she would have to go tomorrow. She got to the driveway and was semi-surprised to see that his car was gone. ” For some seconds he had remained quite still. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. 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.
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