"Yes, yes," replied Edgeworth Bess. 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. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. Ramage,” she said, sharply, “I have to make it plain to you. “I was very foolish to have been deceived even for a moment.
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