She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. He opened the drawer of the writing table. 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. It got on my nerves—the women I saw. He stood still, almost breathless. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration.
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