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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. The day was sunny and pleasant, devoid of chill winds. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death. " "So I perceive," said Ruth, withdrawing her hands. . The room was intimate and wonderful to her with its shadows now cast over the girlish menagerie of stuffed animals.
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