” He got up and went to the guest room door and locked it. Look at the poor victim at your feet. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. ’ Obediently, Gerald rose and walked to the other end of the parlour. And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons. 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.
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