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“Act three. ‘Silence,’ he warned again, with a prod of the dagger at her heart. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty
who seldom spoke to anyone. We have to get them
to let us in for the profits of their business, and in return we ask them to—dinner. Suddenly she had become afraid. I get the feeling that
you are special, so alone, so beautiful that I must get to
the bottom of you if it takes my whole life. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a
moment later. Do
you expect me, I wonder. 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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