I'll call for you this afternoon when Wu is on. “Of course!” he said. 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. "All's over," muttered Jonathan. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison. In vain Wood protested his innocence.
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