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Jonathan, however, was well acquainted with the road. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern under the gate leading towards the city. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. He offered me at once an engagement. She wanted to scream, but there was no one to scream for.
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