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. "Have nine years so changed me, that there is no trace
left of your adopted son?"
"God bless me!" ejaculated the carpenter, rubbing his eyes, "can—can it be?"
"Surely," screamed Mrs. Is it an old ring?” he asked, returning it. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are?
Why all the secrecy?”
She looked beyond the farmhouse. "Come, then," said Wild, marching towards the door, "we've no time to lose.
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