She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred. “My dear,” the letter ran, “I have to tell you that your sister Gwen has offended your father very much. How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? She came upon the Song of Songs—which had been pasted down in the Enschede Bible—the burning litany of love; and from time to time she intoned some verse of tender lyric beauty.
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