" And he looked at the moment as if he had lost all desire to know it. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other. 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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