McClintock. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. Sepulchre's clock struck eight. “It is intolerable that you should be followed about by such a creature. . “Well?” she 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. Brendon and I are great chums,” he went on nervously. She handled it half fearfully, and set it carefully down again. She took up a book and threw it down again. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object.
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