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She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to
her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless,
delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like
immobility. I’ve been
waiting all my life to get out of this town. 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. "
"May I look at it, Sir!" said Austin, stepping towards him. ”
“That sounds very interesting,” she answered coolly. .
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