His last actions were futile. I only want to know the truth, and I will move heaven and earth to have it set aside. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. 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. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. On gaining a stack of chimneys at the back of the house, he came to a pause, and again unmasked his lantern. It took my breath away.
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