Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian
speedily found a watery grave. 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. “Please search everywhere,” she said. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim,
a young highwayman. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether
he had anything further to say. "And now, widow," he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a
friend o' yours. Another horseman followed quickly at the
heels of the first; but just as he passed the spot where Jack stood, his steed
missed its footing, and fell.
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