For a moment she too had started and faltered in her exit from the room. 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. ” “Don’t be shy, Lucy. You heard her. I can't help looking at you frequently. . She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. ’ ‘She?’ scoffed Martha. “She contrives somehow to strike the personal note in an amazing manner. ‘Parbleu, but it is not comfortable in the least in there. .
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