Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had
taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. 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. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle
from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the
bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. She was standing there, smiling at the
audience as at her friends. Miss Mary to the life. There was no
light in the room; but, notwithstanding this, the young man did not fail to detect
the buxom figure of Mrs. ’
‘It’s not that,’ the nun said urgently, ‘but I’ve remembered something
important. “And for me it has been Pride and Pride and Pride!
“I am the prodigal daughter. She remained for a few moments standing as though
listening to his retreating footsteps. Wood, bursting into tears, "God
bless you!"
Jack extended his hand towards him, and looked anxiously for Thames; but he
was nowhere to be seen.
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