"My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. Wood?" "With pleasure," replied the woollen-draper. ‘Dare I suppose that to be of her making?’ Gerald flushed. I am come to rescue you from Wild's violence. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles. 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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