She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. 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. He was wearing a new silk hat, with a slightly more generous brim than its predecessor, and it suited his type of face, robbed his dark eyes a little of their aggressiveness and gave him a solid and dignified and benevolent air. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess, reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. Tell me what you think the island is like. ’ So pat, thought Gerald.
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