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. " "Do you think so?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger, which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; "wear it for my sake. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him.
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