” “Thanks, honey. ” “But you,” she exclaimed, “you are not coming. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. 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. ” “Strongly,” said Mr.
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