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As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings. The Protestant Flagellant, who whipped his soul rather than his body, who made self-denial the rack and the boot, who believed that on Sunday it was sacrilegious to smile, blasphemous to laugh! Spurlock had gone back spiritually three hundred years. She was the High Priestess. Ah Cum turned to his own affairs, blissfully ignorant that this tub was, within forty-eight hours, to cost him fifty gold. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. "All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was so little demand for the commodity. “Dinner is served, ma’am,” he announced to Mrs. ’ ‘But what a perfectly famous adventure. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. He was even a little jealous of Sebastian. It had been a very long time.
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