By George, I forgot! McClintock said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it. 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. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary.
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