Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. He arrived at 6:29 sharp on the night of the Junior Prom. "Facts convince the most incredulous," answered Jonathan, drily. In a sense I don’t care. 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. It has been only the sort of nonsense which passes lightly enough between half the men and women in London. Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again.
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