’ He moved to his friend and grasped his hand in a gesture as deliberately dramatic as the storytelling of mademoiselle. Creative work appeals to me wonderfully. He laughed at her heartily, and she laughed too as she had not for a year. 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. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. The two great hotels on their right were still ablaze with lights.
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