“Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. He looked across at Annabel, and he groaned. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough. They got on wonderfully well together. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. “I do want you. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him. 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. “I may be leaving where I am in a few days, so very likely you will be no better off.
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