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. White calls them. . ’
‘Slaughtered with the rest, was she?’
Despite his hatred of the woman who had caused so much grief, the general
found he could not rejoice as he wanted to. She wanted to be alone. ’
‘It could hardly be less so,’ said Mrs Sindlesham tartly. But in between these wider phases of comparative confidence were
gaps of disconcerting doubt, when the universe was presented as making sinister
and threatening faces at her, defying her to defy, preparing a humiliating and
shameful overthrow. To be confronted with the girl’s damned Frenchman of a husband was another
matter altogether. Going involved two things that all Ann Veronica’s tact had been ineffectual to
conceal from her aunt and father. E. “There’s no delusions, so far as I know,” said Ann Veronica. She was unusually helpful at breakfast, and unselfish about the eggs: and then
she went off to catch the train before her father’s. ’
Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own
tone light. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is
worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets
again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has
already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less
energetic to repeat the operation.
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