“You are the most perfect, the most glorious of created things—tender, frank intellectual, brave, beautiful. "What! you still hesitate! Will that rouse you, coward?" And she gave him a smart rap on the head. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. 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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