From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was evidently watching him. "My invitation did not extend to them. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. " "Not a farthing more, I assure you," rejoined Ireton, pettishly; "we're all on the square here.
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