’ ‘You may not get the chance. " "He shuddered when he drank. . M. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. ” She took his hand and smiled upon him.
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