” There was a moment’s silence. "Rachel," said Mr. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. Clearing the recess the instant after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took out the key. 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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