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1. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. She owed the nun a great deal, including her command of English, for no one else thought to ensure she could speak her mother tongue. "Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. "It reminds you of a red sea suddenly petrified. 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. “I’d sooner condemn you to Hell. It probably still wouldn’t help. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever.
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