‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. 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. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face.
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