Go, and let him in. Shari’s head poked out of the bathroom where she had been preoccupied with preparations for her morning shower. It was most amusing. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. ’ Gerald frowned. She had very few clear memories before a particular day in the library, when they had finished one of her first reading lessons. 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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