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. "The whole thing in a nutshell!"
"Are there no men a woman may trust absolutely?"
"Hang it, that isn't it. Her eyebrows, pulled down by the stress
of thought, now resumed their normal arches; and pleased with her discovery,
she smiled. “I don’t want children, Lucy. Mr. Blueskin
will go with you,—for fear of a mistake. The knight, who could ill brook this familiarity, instantly arose. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that
morning's adventure. Boys,
at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain
charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush
breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of
which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior.
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