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. She was fatigued physically and mentally, and neither mind nor body could rest. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. I was a novelty.
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