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She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. One side of the face was white with foamy lather and the other ruddy-cheeked and blue-jawed. 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. Very few survived her trials. “Very well,” said Manning. ’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped.
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