’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. 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. "It was some time before I could get him to move. “Silly!” he remarked after a pause. Shall I sew it on for you?" "If you wish. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. ’ Gerald remained infuriatingly calm. ” “Bit starchy,” said Ann Veronica, and altered the key abruptly. It's always hard work for a rich man's son to stand alone. "They imagine their work is done.
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