. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. 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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