" "May be," returned the man gravely. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. She sprang to her feet and stood listening with parted lips and eager eyes. Life is so good. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. . A man as rich as you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht. “I don’t know where to go to. ’ ‘Oh, have you?’ grunted Gerald, surprising in himself a surge of some odd emotion at these words. He drove it into her missionary style, and though he was worried about hurting her, he could not stop himself from thrusting into her deeply. An acute sense of living was in her veins, even the taste of her wine seemed magical. 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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