A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. I know who she is, and I know that she has been cheated somehow by the people calling themselves Valade. Cathy Beck was outraged. 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.
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