’ ‘It was so,’ said Valade, becoming a trifle more fluent. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. 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. "Just in time," said the thief-taker. Rather! Who could help it?” He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way.
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