’ With difficulty, Gerald bit back a laugh. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. The flight. So, then, fifty gold was considerable; it would carry Ah Cum across four comparatively idle months. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. 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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