Hill lost a little of his truculency. 47, straightening her hat and waiting for her luggage to appear. " "Pray cease these compliments," returned Winifred, "and, if you have any communication to make, do not delay it. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. And if you mean that he may have reconciled himself with his own father, you waste your breath. He led her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’ access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the chapel. 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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