’ ‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. Gently each time Ruth drew down the arms. “You mustn’t say anything more to your mother, Michelle. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. 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.
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