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“Pray accept my apologies. 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 idea of this sudden reluctance was elusive; the fact was evident but not the reason for it. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. The girl had told him distinctly that her name was Anna. "There won't be much left for you," he said. “It’s odd—I have no doubt in my mind that what we are doing is wrong,” he said.
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