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Kimble was clearly a plain-spoken fellow. She drew his penis out of the strange little vent in his boxer shorts. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. I only seen her when she come with that Sister Martha. So this was what it was all about.
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