He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. 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. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. . But in the appendix of the dictionary she had discovered magic names—Hugo, Dumas, Thackeray, Hawthorne, Lytton. Or, if you were about to embark upon a nautical career, here was all the information required. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. 8. . “I think,” he said, “that some one ought to warn her.
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