She looked up and said, a little
breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. "
"Go on, tell me," he urged, enchanted. Footprints, and we have to toddle
along in them, willy-nilly; and those who have the courage to step outside the
appointed path are called pariahs!"
"I'm afraid I shall not like this world very much. Some of
your sex, I mean. The
whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the
walls. 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. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried,
ushering him deeper into the house.
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