A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. 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. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. But days had now passed. Anyone would be intrigued. The door opened. The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight. The touch of her hands was pleasurable. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. They took their places at a distant table. Understand once and for all that that answer is final. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. He has been a father to me and my child. That's the way it goes. She had almost chosen to prostitute herself rather than live in that animal state once, but had found a warm cave in Kentucky just as situations had grown truly desperate.
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