Probably a sick man's whim. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. 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. Lucy arranged her hair as Michelle had taught her instead of combing it out. And you see, I don’t turn my back, and I am looking at you and thinking about you from top to toe. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. .
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