In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber, the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris arising from tending a wounded man. They had not so far been of much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. He could not kiss Ruth because the acquired conscience—struggling on its way to limbo—made the idea repellant.
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