"Come, then," said Wild, marching towards the door, "we've no time to lose. You have never seen the child within your arms perishing from hunger, and no relief to be obtained. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. 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. She decided to call in the help of Teddy Widgett, or, failing him, of one of his sisters. It came again.
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