She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. 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. But I must, they say, and try to make me with the punishments. Keep a sharp look out, Austin, and see that we lose no one else. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally.
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