“Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,”
said she. Let us have no more of this
humbug. After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in
sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping. As for me, I look twice at it. He was roused from the
stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his
ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!"
CHAPTER VII. 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. "And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter
it.
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