F. ”
“Fame!”
“Isn’t it? ‘I’ve not seen your play, Mr. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. "
The girl's eyes filled. 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. ’
A twinkle crept into Mrs Sindlesham’s eye. His face turned a dark
crimson. Beauty doesn’t mean,
never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. ”
“There is so much I have not told you, John. He was unusually absurd and ready, and all the time it seemed to Ann
Veronica as a delightful possibility, as a thing not indeed to be entertained
seriously, but to be half furtively felt, that he was being so agreeable because she
had come back again. He tells me that you will not even
see him.
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