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. The scrutiny of any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever had. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. But one day he came to me. “What’s that for?” He said.
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