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“I think I ought to have one. But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then?" Quilt looked a little perplexed. I really must leave you now. “When did you look up my mother’s records at the Joliet library, Michelle?” Lucy asked, trying not to incriminate herself by sounding confrontational. Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon him, wondering what it might be that impended. 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.
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