‘Who have lately joined us,’ she said, adding sotto voce, ‘A very great tragedy. He would discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing clearness. 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. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. "How so?" asked Wild, curiously.
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