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” “I am not afraid,” she answered. ” He said. 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. "He has passed this way," cried Jonathan, exultingly; "I have him safe enough. For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. She contrived to break down the barriers of shyness at last in one direction, and talked one night of love and the facts of love with Miss Miniver. “It’s—private. I do not admit the truth of a word which you have said. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. " Jonathan made no answer, but snatching a torch from a bystander, jumped into the trench and commenced a diligent search. On these were thrown all the horrible contents of Jonathan's museum, together with the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard. Mrs.
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