He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. 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. But it was not so ordered. Then she saw him.
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