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He could not kiss Ruth. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive.
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