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. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. A quarter of an hour passed. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter.
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