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Ruth's eyes were wet, but she saw light
everywhere: the room was filled with celestial aura. They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except
for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that
resembled her own at the Becks. She occupied a small sofa, a little
apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and
glanced about with an air of considerable unease. Ennison was
deeply interested. " The tone was neutral. Mr. 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. "When a man reaches the lowest scale through drink,
we call him a beachcomber. ’
‘Nonsense.
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