“I think,” began Ann Veronica, “that you don’t realize—” He disregarded her entirely. “Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. But if that can possibly be done I want it to be done. 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. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. ‘You wish to tell me something? Parbleu, I have nearly forgot once more.
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