She positioned it over her arm, placing the firing end in Rhea’s mouth. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. I was being stupid. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. " Some order. 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. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour.
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