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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. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. “Lucy Albert, sir. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. He felt no pain from this cowardly kick. ’ ‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the refugees. .
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