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. “You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued. \"Well, I hear that you totally slammed the door in his
face after he walked you home! Did you know he lives
clear on the other side of town and walked three miles
home after you slammed him?\"
\"No. He had
quite enough to see to and worry about in the City without their doing things. He rang the doorbell, even though she had
already cracked the door for him. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them
along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted
black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a
key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. The barmaids had too strongly
appealed to his sense of novelty. Murder,
I say, has been done! Another murder will be committed if you don't prevent it. Enough to
let her find out a piece of information most urgent.
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