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He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. Then Gosse spoke again, answering the question in her mind. "Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. So do please believe that in this matter I am acting for the best. She mentally resolved to do her best to avoid personal encounters with him in that instant. Then there was also the horse. 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. ‘Monstrously unfair of you, Hilary.
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