"I didn't carry you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. Or at least he did the day before yesterday. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. 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. There are so many things I want to tell you, and they stand on such different levels, that the effect is necessarily confusing and discordant, and I find myself doubting if I am really giving you the thread of emotion that should run through all this letter. Deep silences came between them. Excuse me an instant while I dismiss this person. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m hanged if I see what your game is. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence.
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