She used to play violin, you know. 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. Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers.
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