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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. "My sister the wife of one condemned felon! the parent of another! It cannot be. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. " "Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept.
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