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"You don't say so!" replied Mrs. " "How do you spell the last name?" He spelt it. 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. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. ” “All these things,” he muttered bitterly, “this desperate resolve to take your life into your own hands, your unnatural craving for independence, would never trouble you for a moment—if you really cared.
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