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. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. No: I must face it out. "Captain Darren," he added, sternly, "you shall hear from me.
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