" It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. Jonathan, however, paid no sort of attention to this demonstration of hatred. . She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified.
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