" "Never to return," remarked Jack, gloomily. 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 looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. At least I can’t talk to them. I've destroyed my only chance.
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