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 gave her a wink when John had turned to ask Mark if Lucy could ride home with them. Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. I can decide for myself. Manning, with an air of emerging from an elaborate demonstration, “and so each of us must, under existing conditions, being chivalrous indeed to all women, choose for himself his own particular and worshipful queen. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. Then the foremost bowed and passed on.
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