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. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT
Part 1
Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and
summer came with a rush together. Ramage?” he asked. The door opened. “Michelle, I think
that you are the victim of an extremely overactive
imagination. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. To appreciate it you
should try rooms. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air
of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which
seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein
accident had placed her. “Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving
parasite—something quite insignificant.
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