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. If we don’t live it will think we are afraid of it. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. ’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked.
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