If, around noon, a coconut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. 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. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally.
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