"Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed the knight, upon whom a light seemed suddenly
to break. She learned quickly, absorbing all
she could as quickly as possible as her adoration grew for
him. Old Bethlehem, or Bedlam,—every trace of which has been swept away, and the
hospital for lunatics removed to Saint George's Field,—was a vast and
magnificent structure. Then he rallied, smiling a little. If you can’t see as how there ain’t nothing in this barrack of a
place to help me do the job, I can. You
can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can. 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. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis
Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. Mary
Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had
taken her from this world. Sometimes I think she’s tired of us.
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