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. " "Don't anger him, my dear son," implored the poor widow, with a look of anguish at Jack. They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days. 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 felt the need to get dressed, sensing that his parents would be home soon.
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