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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 left them and went back to Sebastian, never uttering a word about her visit. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. Courtlaw is looking after you, Miss Pellissier,” she said.
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