She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. “I’ve heard some even more entertaining news from the Orchestra grapevine too. This is my friend, Mr. Now how in the world was he to get rid of the husband? His luck was in. 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.
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