She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island. In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. 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. ’ ‘But, no,’ She dimpled. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. She would stare if she knew the full sum of Melusine’s activities. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her pocket to wipe away the excess.
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