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” “You’ll get them,” he said. Listen. ” “Certainly,” Mrs. Capes came back into her mind. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. 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. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. " "Blueskin, clear the room," cried the Master; "these gentlemen would be private. I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam.
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