She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house. 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. He would sit in his inner office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with her when he met her face to face. "I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met," he said; "though how long ago that is, I scarcely know. ” She said, embarrassed. She was nearly dead. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. ‘But you,’ she said in the friendliest way imaginable, ‘are a person tout à fait sympathique, I think. For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. ’ Hilary’s gaze was raking the room. Sebastian spotted her among them instantly.
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