But if God is kind to me, someday I may climb up to where you are. "What is it?" "The night," she answered. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. The first stroke appeared to arouse all the vindictive passions of Jonathan. Stonily he had disengaged himself.
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