She felt much better. . “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. At least, I frustrated her design in calling upon him this morning. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. 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 turned to face him and he kissed her.
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