But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. It’s a mismatch. 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. "You are Ruth?" "Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. ” “You have not told me yet,” Annabel said, “how it is that you have dared to personate me.
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