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. Wood. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the
limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit—
the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. But this plan
(probably from its danger) was instantly abandoned; not, however, before her
momentary hesitation had been taken advantage of by her pursuers, who,
redoubling their efforts at this juncture, materially lessened the distance between
them.
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