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“Why do you kill me?” Michelle asked. 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. You will agree with me when you have heard what I have to say. "We shall all be murdered. I'm no great judge of these articles, Ma'am; but I trust to your honour not to palm off paste upon me.
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