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Jonathan kept his keen eye fixed upon him, as he addressed himself for a moment to the Hollander. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. Lucy's ears were singing. 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 wouldn’t tell me.
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