The vestry was perhaps the only room in the place, except her allotted
curtained off portion of the dormitory chamber that served for her cell—and she
could not scandalise the nuns by having a man in there, be he never so much a
servant—where Melusine could be sure of privacy. ruin you. Saws,
hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of
tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks
against the walls. "Your gratitude will vanish with your
danger. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit,
for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes. 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. "
"A boy from his shop was here a short time ago. “Well,” she admitted.
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