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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. "Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson. That had shut him up
for a while. ‘Ah, well, we’ll check the back and
then go home. Wood
hadn't struck me. Besides, how
am I to ride home without them?"
"Don't distress yourself," returned Jack, "you shall walk. “I thought much of it amazingly beautiful. And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar and
unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently exercise
over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords and masters; an influence
which seems not merely to extend to the will of the husband, but even to his
inclinations.
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