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” Anna shivered a little. Ruth out of the picture, he wouldn't have concerned himself so eagerly in regard to Spurlock's departure. “I’m glad you’re all right,” he said, “because we want you to do us a favour. The thought of beauty became an obsession. "If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to. He was only a younger son, and you know what trouble we had. Then the storm broke. She was not quite clear how she should find it, but she felt she would. It makes me want to be just everything I CAN be to you. Only a book detective could dope this out. 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. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous.
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