I do—with all my heart. You only live a block away!” 236 “I’ll do my best. 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 cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. The curtains which she had left drawn were open, and the electric lights were turned on. ’ ‘The Frenchie? I only knows as how Miss says he will ruin everything. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. ‘So it was.
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