‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. So she said: “I won’t come home. " "He couldn't help it, Ruth. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. ” She surveyed this sentence for some time before going on. “Unless you have an appointment, which you haven’t,” he said, “you’ll only waste your time here. 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 clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream. " "And, if you want an additional inducement to do so, I can tell you there's no one —not even his mother—whom he loves so well as you.
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