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 suppose I must have been senseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the ground covered with blood. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. I told him instantly and shamelessly that the play was going to be worth ten thousand pounds. ” She knelt upon the floor of her cell and clasped her hands, and remained for a long time in silence. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. "The only disguise I ever put on is a dress-suit, and I look as natural as a pig at a Mahomedan dinner. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. I was afraid of being talked about.
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