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She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. 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. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream.
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