” Capes looked at his wife’s unsmiling face. Running his hand carefully over it in search of the lock, he perceived to his dismay that it was fastened on the other side. "Look here," cried Jonathan, stooping down and taking hold of a ring in the floor, with which by a great effort he raised up a flag. “Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. 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. "Despatch him!" roared Jonathan.
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