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. As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the same reluctance to part. ” He writhed. Captain Roding strode into the parlour. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. He did not notice that Ann Veronica was preoccupied and heavy-eyed.
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