Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly aware. Perhaps it was loneliness. 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 think not, Annabel. I want to be myself. "I suppose it didn't drop through the ceiling, did it? Are you quite sure it's flesh and blood?" asked he, playfully pinching its arm till it cried out with pain. “Hill gradually recovering consciousness. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense.
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