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. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. But the great point was still unaccomplished. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged.
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