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‘I kissed you once, didn’t I?’ Her pulses jumped and she stared. 1. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. With his gimblet he contrived to bore a number of holes so close together that at last one end of the bar, being completely pierced through, yielded; and pursuing the same with the other extremity, it fell out altogether. The daughters, he had hoped, would be their mother’s care. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1. She felt very awkward as she stared at 103 the top of his ashen hair. 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. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Anna said nothing.
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