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. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear. “Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. It was horrible.
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