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“Turned out to be an impostor, too. I told her it was the end. Several of the assailants carried links, so that the room was a blaze of light. "How long will he be laid up?" "Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night. She glanced at him. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. He was in love with her! She tried to grasp all the welter of values in the situation simultaneously, and draw some conclusion from their disorder. He did not come out of his chloroform coma and sailed weakly to his death. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. 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. 1. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit.
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