Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. " "I wonder where the deuce I'll be able to get some writing paper? I'm crazy to get to work again. She could tell that he probably wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the opportunity. " "I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. 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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