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. Annabel thought, and thought again. She did not understand the note of hostility to men that ran through it all, the bitter vindictiveness that lit Miss Miniver’s cheeks and eyes, the sense of some at last insupportable wrong slowly accumulated. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. Sir Montacute had three children—two daughters and yourself. Lucy found that her former anonymity as well as her popularity in the school was completely reversed. It never seems to enter their heads to try and amuse their menkind. My death, probably. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. That’s all. The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. CHAPTER XIII. Which, if we are not all of us very careful indeed, will be stolen from Miss Charvill.
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