" This business over, she returned to the bedside with the key. He jumped back, cursing. ‘Take this. It was just as easy to pretend she was watching one when she was actually watching the other. 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 you see Mr. ’ ‘I should do as she says if I were you, Hilary,’ observed Gerald, noting the fierce determination in the girl’s lovely face. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child.
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