He gripped the window-sill behind him. 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. The note-passer lagged behind with her. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. It was below consciousness, elusive; so he sent out a call to his friend, defensively.
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