’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes. “Feel better. “She”, you say. 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 was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers. “All of which doesn’t help me in the slightest degree to pay back that money. Celeste introduced him to me—oh, how Celeste hated me! She must have known.
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