It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. She was reasonably certain why. 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. Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me.
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