The hurricane had now reached its climax. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. 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. "Wretch!" cried Jack. Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments.
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