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. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. She took to listening through closed doors. "Tell me frankly, and speak under your breath. Men were going hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky.
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