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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. “Are you a virgin, Julian? With your handsome face and powerful body, you mean to tell me that you haven’t dipped your wick?” He started to get angry, “But it’s not the same for guys as it is for girls!” “So you have tasted the forbidden fruit, haven’t you? You’re no different than any male. And the sergeant, having carried out all Melusine’s instructions as if they had come out of his own head, went up to check on his patient, apparently at last convinced that his prisoner would not attempt to run away.
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