I do not ask if you are entirely English, but if you say truly when you say you are at my service. 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. Give up your lonely hours of work here. I can’t stand it. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. Her father was right: Ruth must never know.
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