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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. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. '" "No, we can't stand that," hiccupped Smith, scarcely able to keep his legs. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. ’ For the space of half a minute, Gerald continued to scowl in silent frustration. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. She laughed. "I suspect our friend has thought better of it, and won't come," he remarked. The hansom drove off.
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