The subterranean level of the
Diedermayer house was fully bedecked with every luxury
known to mankind. 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. As to this little fellow, in spite
of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a Jacobite than a conjurer, and
more of a knave than either, he shall never mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I
can help it. He never asked questions; he never addressed his
companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. They all stay!”
“And you yourself?”
Brendon laughed. She was drawn
first by Miss Miniver, and then by her own natural interest, into a curious
stratum of people who are busied with dreams of world progress, of great and
fundamental changes, of a New Age that is to replace all the stresses and
disorders of contemporary life. Only after he had pushed himself
completely inside was the friction lessened. After all, they’re history in the making. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. You would not have believed me, I know well.
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