"Shall I fetch the light, Captain?" whispered Blueskin. 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. With an open hand, he slapped her face. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently.
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