Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. "Come on, my lads!" vociferated Blueskin, "we'll unkennel the old fox. 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. Capes agreed with the utmost cordiality. ‘I’ll make it, miss.
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