God must love me, for he has guided me
here. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. “Yes, I have heard of him, and I know him by sight,” he admitted. ’
‘What heir?’
‘Exactly. He's settling an account in the house. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal—
and they’re no good. “Let’s go outside. 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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