’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. Consternation gripped him. 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 was way out of her league and it was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to her, let alone walk her home. Wild is sure to be up. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus.
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