Fancy, as they say hereabouts!" What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window. That is what I must do. " "Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other. David left this afternoon. ’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening. Lucy looked about confusedly. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. He jumped back, cursing.
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