The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. 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. “I have found out at last what a useless person I am —from a utilitarian point of view.
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