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. Diane suggested to him that he retire early, and he did so agreeably, halfknowing it to be an order. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. I knew him in spite of his dress. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. She discovered a desire to enter as a student in the Imperial College at Westminster, where Russell taught, and go on with her work at the fountain-head. They are for serving me. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. "Mr.
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