Having heard from Thames that you were better, and that your sole anxiety was about me, I came to give you the first intelligence of my escape. The air became hot and swollen with June humidity. . ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. I have an appetite which I dare not increase. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. 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.
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