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A carpenter's daughter is no fit match for a peer of France. “It is incredible. 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. “I like your brother better than any other man I know,” Anna said at last. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly.
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