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Give up your lonely hours of work here. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned towards her. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me. It'll be your turn to save mine next. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. This is your room. 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. He seemed to know a great deal about life. Everything was going to hell.
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