CHAPTER I. . Spurling had retired for the night. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked by emotion. 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. "If I could only make you realize what you have done," he said, lamely. " Ruth repeated the word, not in the effect of a query, but ruminantly. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father. I fight. You go to your room and ring for your maid.
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