Her faithful servant struggled, with her assistance, to rise. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. He wondered why she thought love made people happy, and began to talk of the smilax and pinks that adorned the table. . 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.
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