A dry cough's the trumpeter of
death. "I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door. The Foundation makes no representations
concerning the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. 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. As for loving you, I do. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant
upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry,
which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards
whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. At any rate she must see me. I'll call for you after
lunch.
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