For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. I want you. The others hurried to the window. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. I’m glad you could come.
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