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To his intense satisfaction, mademoiselle burst into laughter. “I
suppose I fell in love with her, Ann Veronica. Their conversation hung. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will
plunge it to my heart. Not far from the entrance, on the left,
was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling,
formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with
broad-headed nails. Never mind. 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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