” He retorted smartly, looking at her with mischief. He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment. ” He nodded twice, with his eyes on the fire, as though that was a formal statement. 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. She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room.
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